What will our children do in the morning if they do not see us fly?
Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.
Revile those who flatter you.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
Such a strong thing LOVE, changes everything.