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

We had the experience, but we missed the meaning.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

So first, your memory I'll jog, And say: A CAT IS NOT A DOG

In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.