Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.
Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.
Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.
Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.
To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.
In greatness, life and death merge.