Bliss may refer to:
"Bliss" is the 108th episode of the science fiction television series Star Trek: Voyager, the 14th episode of the fifth season. The story came from a dream experienced by Bill Prady who at the time worked on the situation comedy series Dharma & Greg.
The Federation starship USS Voyager becomes trapped in an enormous space dwelling "pitcher plant".
Crewmember Seven of Nine and Ensign Tom Paris have returned to Voyager from an away mission with young Naomi Wildman to learn that the crew believes they have found a wormhole leading directly back to Earth. Seven is immediately suspicious, and reviews Captain Kathryn Janeway's logs since their departure. Janeway's earlier logs indicate they had found a wormhole but it was giving off deceptive readings; the later logs appear to dismiss those concerns, with Janeway directing the ship towards it without concern, believing to have obtained communications from Starfleet directing them through it.
Bliss is a modernist short story by Katherine Mansfield first published in 1918. It was published in the English Review in August 1918 and later reprinted in Bliss and Other Stories.
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Belts were originally composed of canvas or cloth with pockets spaced evenly to allow the belt to be mechanically fed into the gun. These designs were prone to malfunctions due to the effects of oil and other contaminants altering the belt. Later belt designs used permanently connected metal links to retain the cartridges during feeding. These belts were more tolerant to exposure to solvents and oil. Many weapons designed to use non-disintegrating or canvas belts are provided with machines to automatically reload these belts with loose rounds or rounds held in stripper clips. In use during World War I, reloaders allowed ammunition belts to be recycled quickly to allow practically continuous fire.
There is no sweetness to send
There is no trusting friend to fail
There is no way to defend what we do
To ourselves, me and you
Don't it get difficult
There is a sea collapsed
It's splitters surround
There is a worn trap of time
And aren't we restless
There is the weather inside us
In motion lightening
Over air over she
Don't it get dark outside
You better hold me
You better hold me only, better hold me
But there's no way of knowing
There's no way to tell
And aren't we deep and dangerous wells
There is no true work to be done
There is no sure and simple fun
That we don't pay we have not been given here
And we cannot earn, we were not taught
One thing that we could learn
Out sounding bells are loud
For the sake of something's ring
Out gathering and grabbing
For the sake of giving things
And we could have taken any of these roads
But who knows 'bout this one we chose?
And who knows, friend, how far it goes?
And you better hold me closely
Better know me truly
How this could pass right through me
And back into that bleed