Memory is a strange BellโJubilee, and Knell.
I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night
The only secret people keep is immortality.