Row, row, row your boat everly down life’s stream;

Wearily, warily, wearily, warily in the demon’s dream.

“This world is just a dream of a Demon

Inscription from one of [the] Bogomil tombstones.


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“Ovaj svjet je samo san Demona”

Natpis sa jednog od bogumilskih stećaka.

“This world is just a dream of a Demon

Inscription from one of Bogomil tombstones.


 A brief summary of Gnosticism

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I open my eyes and ochre water’s all around

I’m underneath, but I’m not scared, I still see golden sunlight too

I see your legs; you’ve let me go

and I think I’m down here all alone

I hear voices, but I can’t breathe

So I leave, I’m off to explore

But wait, there’s me! – that’s my face!

Can’t you see, that somehow now, there’s two of me?!

you finally see — the first me

you slowly raise her up

She coughs and breathes;

and the other me just goes, She floats away

But, which one Am i?

now, i’m not sure

Am i the real, or was it She?