Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.
Rabindranath TagoreBrahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.
Rabindranath Tagore