The best Thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in Look as much like home as we can.
The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.
The dark is light enough.
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
There may always be another reality to make fiction of the truth we think we've arrived at.