It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.

But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.

It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.