I feel I've got 10 books in me.

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

You who choose to lead must follow. But if you fall, you fall alone.

One man gathers what another man spills

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

...if you get confused, just listen to the music play.