This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap And seeing that it was a soft October night Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.

To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.

Survival is your strength not your shame.