Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

Huts they made then, and fire, and skins for clothing, And a woman yielded to one man in wedlock... ... Common, to see the offspring they had made; The human race began to mellow then. Because of fire their shivering forms no longer Could bear the cold beneath the covering sky.

Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?