One Man's food is another Man's Poison

Gently touching with the charm of poetry.

The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.

One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.

Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.