Stupidity is better kept a secret than displayed.
The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.
The awake share a common world, but the asleep turn aside into private worlds.
Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.
Nothing is, everything is becoming.
Time is a game played beautifully by children.