The good thing about being old, is you donโt have to worry about dying young.
I can't see the future, but it's grim. The depletion of resources - we're living in this dine-and-dash economy.
See the BEAR of fearsome size! All the WORLD'S within his eyes. TIME grows thin, the past is a riddle; The TOWER awaits you in the middle.
Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.
The turtle couldn't help us.
Come on back and weโll see if you remember the simplest thing of all โ how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.