To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

Light Light The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance