If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.
In my beginning is my end.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant