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

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

Humankind cannot stand reality.

Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.