The well heeded well heard.

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.

Be as a tower firmly set; Shakes not its top for any blast that blows.

So that the Universe felt love, by which, as somebelieve, the world has many times been turned to chaos. And at that moment this ancient rock, here and elsewhere, fell broken into pieces.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here!

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.