The child shall become father to the man.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.
Rest and be thankful.
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.