In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.

To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.