As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night turn up to the returning sun and spread their petals wide on his new warmth and light-just so my wilted spirits rose again and such a heat of zeal surged through my veins that I was born anew.
Dante AlighieriDo ye not comprehend that we are worms born to bring forth the angelic butterfly that flieth unto judgment without screen?
Dante Alighieri