In Latin, Soranus is an adjectival toponym indicating origin from the town of Sora.
The name Soranus may refer to:
Soranus (Greek: Σωρανός; fl. 1st/2nd century AD) was a Greek physician from Ephesus. He practiced in Alexandria and subsequently in Rome, and was one of the chief representatives of the Methodic school of medicine. Several of his writings still survive, most notably his four-volume treatise on gynaecology, and a Latin translation of his On Acute and Chronic Diseases.
Little is known about the life of Soranus. According to the Suda (which has two entries on him) he was a native of Ephesus, was the son of Menander and Phoebe, and practised medicine at Alexandria and Rome in the reigns of Trajan and Hadrian (98–138). He lived at least as early as Archigenes, who used one of his medicines; he was tutor to Statilius Attalus of Heraclea; and he was dead when Galen wrote his work De Methodo Medendi, c. 178.
He belonged to the Methodic school, and was one of the most eminent physicians of that school. Little else is known about his life, except that he passed some time in Aquitania for the purpose of treating some skin diseases which were very prevalent there at the time.
Soranus was a Sabine god adopted into ancient Roman religion. He was worshipped on Mt. Soracte in Etruria. The area was sacred to underworld gods, such as Dis Pater.
The worshippers of Apollo Soranus, after his cult had been subsumed by Apollo, were called Hirpi Sorani ("wolves of Soranus", from Sabine hirpus "wolf"). They were firewalkers and carried about the entrails of the victims during ceremonies.
Soranus was identified with Dis, the Roman god of the underworld, or with Apollo, a Greek god adopted by the Romans, and had a female partner, Feronia, whose sanctuary was located next to his.
we’re burning
destroying
our lives have become
tortured
and bothered by whats been going on
reaching and grabbing for dreams of returning
to have our dreams interupted by alarms
this is the end
we’ve gone away
we’re falling back to earth
return to earth
return to earth
and we’re running in circles again
we’re running in circles
and we’re running in circles again
thinking big but doing so small
if this is the way that we’re living
then why should we live at all?
my life is mine
i’m working towards not ever having to work
my life is mine
my life is mine
waking up to feel the pressure
this is what i’ve never wanted
close your eyes and sleep it all off
I’ve given up my dreams
for this so called life
which I’ll never be happy living in
this so called life
which I’ll never be happy living in
I’ll carry on
put on my tie and fake up my smile
I’ll carry on
so watch me fake it
I’d like for nothing more
then to live a day of peace
with no care in sight
just this life of mine
I’d like for nothing more
then to spit in your fucking face
with no care in mind
this is not a dream
this is not a dream
this is not a dream
this is cruel reality it’s everything it seems.
I’ve been a sinking ship
I’ve been a fucking wreck
Lie to me, tell me I matter
through the clouds we’ve crashed on down