The epact (Latin epactae, from Greek: epaktai hèmerai = added days) was originally defined as the age of the moon in days on January 1, and occurs primarily in connection with tabular methods for determining the date of Easter. It varies (usually by 11 days) from year to year, because of the difference between the solar year of 365 days and the lunar year of 354 days.
Epacts are used to find the date in the lunar calendar from the date in the common solar calendar.
A (solar) calendar year has 365 days (366 days in leap years). A lunar year has 12 lunar months which alternate between 30 and 29 days (in leap years, one of the lunar months has a day added).
If a solar and lunar year start on the same day, then after one year, the start of the solar year is 11 days after the start of the lunar year; after two years, it is 22 days after. These excess days are epacts, and are added to the day of the solar year to determine the day of the lunar year.
Whenever the epact reaches or exceeds 30, an extra (embolismic or intercalary) month is inserted into the lunar calendar, and the epact is reduced by 30.
Samuel Johnson (18 September 1709 [O.S. 7 September] – 13 December 1784), often referred to as Dr Johnson, was an English author who made lasting contributions to English literature as a poet, essayist, moralist, literary critic, biographer, editor and lexicographer. Johnson was a devout Anglican and committed Tory, and has been described as "arguably the most distinguished man of letters in English history". He is also the subject of "the most famous single work of biographical art in the whole of literature": James Boswell's Life of Samuel Johnson.
Johnson was born in Lichfield, Staffordshire, and attended Pembroke College, Oxford for just over a year, before his lack of funds forced him to leave. After working as a teacher he moved to London, where he began to write miscellaneous pieces for The Gentleman's Magazine. His early works include the biography The Life of Richard Savage, the poems "London" and "The Vanity of Human Wishes", and the play Irene.
After nine years of work, Johnson's A Dictionary of the English Language was published in 1755; it had a far-reaching effect on Modern English and has been described as "one of the greatest single achievements of scholarship." This work brought Johnson popularity and success. Until the completion of the Oxford English Dictionary 150 years later, Johnson's was viewed as the pre-eminent British dictionary. His later works included essays, an influential annotated edition of William Shakespeare's plays, and the widely read tale Rasselas. In 1763, he befriended James Boswell, with whom he later travelled to Scotland; Johnson described their travels in A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland. Towards the end of his life, he produced the massive and influential Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets, a collection of biographies and evaluations of 17th- and 18th-century poets.
Mayhemic
From the dark past
Which can eternal lie
Their wrath tyrant.
Death may die
They watch upon the ancient temples.
Time so far
As mutilated steed
They ride the time
Once again
In unknown dimension
Inexorable pendulous sound the march.
We wait the time of their arrival
Towards new aeons of
Not order mayhemic.
They ride the violent way
The eternal stars are revolving
And I with them
In a perfect synchronism
Natural is life energy.
Alone questing the blinded voices
Season of darkness
Rotten land
Infested in decay
Our time, season of the end
Corrosion of thyself
Unstoppable awareness of tedious repetition
Creeping in the core of my diseased spell
Gold poison unstoppable presence of disgust
Wake in pain
Symphony of agony
My plagued, damned soul
Imprisoned in my life illusion
Suicide winter, dreamless sleep
Rising whore from the south sea
The feeble north wind, chosen has she
I condemn you to be you
Sentencing you to suffer
Riding the frozen wind dead of forlorn emptiness
Sentencing you to suffer
I am the evil invisible
Unleashed again
My bell's ringing
While I'm regurgitating
My pitiful life
Blood and hate
Solitude, anger and pain
This is my ivory tower
Of low vibration
Darkness
The pages keep turning, lightning strikes
I don't belong to no one's cage
Oh, no I don't belong to no one's cage
The pages keep turning, lightning strikes
Another nightmare
I don't belong to no one's cage
Oh, no I don't belong to no one's cage
Wherever I may roam
I am the endless nomad
Travelling the seven seas of time
Like a beast wondering for taste of poison
I shall push it away over any senses
The shining insomnia obscure life tasted through those poisonous lips
Pitiful glance
Let my bell ring my 616 of endless darkness
Odal Rune
Another night for my damned sensation
Into depth of my soul
On crystal green light
Faraway from earth
Faraway from my old land.
I walk my path lost into dark countries
With desolation wind on my face.
I travel in this dream fields
Sword on my hand and fear by my side
In this mysterious land.
I've seen a sulphureus fog
And lake made of ancient warriors fears
I smelt
The essence of violent battle scent fought
By Gods in this iced sky.
My human heart was dead last night
Loneliness and cries
Eternal sorrow
Eternal silence
I'm walking with dark desire
And damnation on my skin.
I remember my hunger my funeral
Hunger of darkness, so fine, pure
Like a green dark forest in a winter night.
I drank my self and my blood with
My sacrificial dagger
My disincarnated liquid
Fell down like a cold snow unclosed
In the iced lake
My obsessed human
Sensation is
Decayed
In this eternal
Cosmic wave
In this old time
Circle of fire
My baptism of trust
On the edge
Of the evil that men do
Balancing on razor blades
While I cut your veins and taste
Your fearful blood
Letting you die
Enjoy your sorrow
With my hatred full heart
Embrace my sacred crown
United we stand in madness...
United we stand in madness
You'll not wake from your
Your nightmare
Cause you're not asleep
Dragged in a night time dimension limited as
Infinite... timeless as... eternity
It's the intermediate mesmerizing mind frame
Between light and obscurity
Circle of fire
Embrace my trust
No mortiis
Deny the god
Raising from death
To revenge
With all power of darkness
A crowned life by darkness
With blood as life
Shadows as light
An immortality hellish
No mortiis
Obscured impaler
It's immortal brand
The dragon order
The wandered shadow
The storming blood from the past
An endless straggle
Lustful hands of strength on your downfall
Regained is the hate, I'll spread over all the creation
To total emptiness I'll bring to you
The spiral gate of the unknown
A death embrace, moving out of sight
I am your twilight
At the end of reality crawling
On your holy innocent land
You're not dead, just floating
Don't be scared, you're just changing in a devilish smile
As my sun's cracking the sky
I'll create mirror reflections distorted, twisted and shaped
Out of your flesh
I am thy lust murderer, fear maker
My chosen one, as pure as flesh and bone
A castrated one
Hyserically
Set on the infinite throne
Throne of fire
Rising
The rising one
Crawling in darkness
Who's devouring his son
Thy ruling time
Hyper culture ruled by thy artificial now
Cosmic Empire
Faster now
Survival after survival
Wisdom has been dethroned
He is still alive
At doesn't exist
Amneeesia transient
Wondering in exile
Torment
Trapped bleeding in the arms of death
Come forth and bend on your knees
Pray, "Oh lord hail to thee...
Oh lord... hail to thee
Hail to thee"
I know why you want to follow me tonight in the mist
Down my crossroad of thousand reasons
Share forever pain
Hail to thee come forth and bend on your knees
Of my innocent breed
Come forth to me
Pray our lord hail to thee
My seven daemons I possess
Beneath the rising moon in the mist
With all vampires and their brides
Bloodless emblents
Long standing in the dark sight
Howling in the mist under denial
Follow me
In the depth of my mist
Lost wandering... in the obscurity...
Immortal
Nostalgia so far land
So far miles
And miles in time
One way of time and mind
Time into memory lying...
The deep crying an eternal sing
Of a rising echo of a great battles
Blood, War and Death.
Victories, cries and screams of great
Warriors and furious heroes
Powerful deeds and wherever dead.
Dead man
Against red swords bleeding
Glittering in fire in blood odor and smoke...
One only winner the great assassin
The great order of the dragon
The tempter sinner Abgott Emperor
The revenge of great river of thought
Flowing
Flowing
Against the stream a forward
Voyage to the old land...
A true journey
Backwards in time through
The apparent nothing of future
Towards the origin of race
In the depth true.
The mystery...
The unknown knew forgotten
A journey through the nostalgia
A voice that sovereign and guide the human steps
Into meanders of the lost land.
Doom of the Northern
In mind / it stands proud / with thy
We dwell in eternal dementia
Betray your course
Step into pitch black darkness
Put your trust into nothing
In burns our skins yet we keep it alive
The truth is the lie we tell to the masses
We are progenies of torturing flesh
Rising shadows
Praying thy Godfather for silence and power
Within ourselves lies the perfect architecture
Within perfection lies complete imperfection
Hidden within the prison of our pain is our liberation
At the end of sorrow is there freedom
Disharmonic Requiem
The shadow fall
On the graves in the night sky.
A cold wind blow
And the moonlight freezes my soul.
My words are cold necromantical fog ride on the ground.
I locked in a spirit's mirror
And in a ship of darkness I was burned.
Last sunset of the world is gone
From beyond I spread my wings
And shadow demon I've seen.
Demons gate over the mountain side
Come forth on the wind
In the name of the ancient gods.
I'm waiting to consent my will
Fire in the iced eyes
Freeze.
Demons gate over the mountain side
Come forth on the wind
In the name of the ancient gods
I'm waiting to... gates of hell.
I'm winter crystal eyes
Cold like a stone
I shine in a new divine light...
A dead man
Leading the hunt, he plays
With his vipers he rises and rises
When the day draws darker
To the dark land
Your golden path he writes, any step
At dawn we stand
And the star's mist
He bashes his laws into the ground
While you dig the graves in the ground
He commands us... the commands us... he commands you
When the day draws darker
To the dark land
You'll have a grave then in the clouds
He grabs the rod in his belt
He swings his eyes
Dark and darker
Jab your spades deep and deeper... tear deeper
He shouts with blades more swirling the air
He's dead and plays with vipers
The dead man leading the hunt he shouts and blades us swiftly
The death he plays with his masters the darker and vipers
He shouts "sonape your strings... darker... you'll rise then as smoke to the sky"
He shoots you with shot made of lead
You know the true man leading the hunt
He loses his hounds, us grants a grave in the air
And plays with vipers...
Sleep
Countess Bathory
World is mine made of rage sadness
And complain
Gloomy, sorrow and pain
Wish of blood and death.
Wish of torture and destruction
Supreme mysterious desire, faith dogma
And bloody perversion
From the abyss of mine as the elder
I'll reborn to fight again
And to destroy and to rape again
Dancing on the rotten bodies of my enemies
And rejoice drunk by the virginal blood
Flavor
Replaced of devastated pleasure
Delight by the dead human meat scent
By taste to kill and spawn evil
Unholy father I've seen
The impure unlight of the blind eye
The eternal gates
Are opening
Between mortal sights
A cold light and wind of undead
It comes, eternal
Darkness and universe
Cathartic daemon
Set on a divine
Reign of dead
Grimness hopeless
Inferior being can't
Kill what never was born
And yet creates
The kingdom hall built with
Evil demonic catharsis
Human flesh thy
Physical church
By the holy ghost
You won't be saved by thy
God plutonium
Blizzard
I can see what you see not.
Vision milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone.
Then you see what cannot be,
Shadows move where light should be.
Out of darkness, out of mind.