Diabetic foot ulcer (DFU)

وصلت مرحلة أسوي كولكشن ميمز

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

Hungarian Rhapsody

Liebestraum (Love dream)

But I have never believed the people when they talked about great men – and I held to my belief that [he] was an inverse cripple, who had too little of everything and too much of one thing.
Truly, my friends, I walk among men as among the fragments and limbs of men!

The terrible thing to my eye is to find men shattered in pieces and scattered as if over a battle-field of slaughter.
And when my eye flees from the present to the past, it always discovers the same thing: fragments and limbs and dreadful chances – but no men!

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra