My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.

Faith is a reality and it reaches out to facts that are more solid, more real, more substantial, and more eternal than anything registered by our physical senses.

No amount of anxiety or worry is going to make any difference to anything that's going to happen anyway, so why let yourself feel so heavy?

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.

Should and should not's are the furthest form or non-reality there is even the best scientists can't track what does.