As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Human kind cannot bear much reality.
Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.
If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.
The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.