Humankind cannot stand reality.

Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

So the lover must struggle for words.

We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors' victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins