To make an end is to make a beginning.

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

We had the experience, but we missed the meaning.

Humankind can't stand too much reality.

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.