A Hair Divides What Is False And

The Entire World Shall Be Populous With That Action Which Saves One Soul From Despair.

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss'd Of The Two Worlds So Wisely - They Are Thrust Like Foolish Prophets Forth; Their Words To Scorn Are Scattered, And Their Mouths Are Stopped With Dust.

You've Seen The World, And All You've Seen Is Nothing; And Everything, As Well, That You Have Said And Heard Is Nothing. You've Sprinted Everywhere Between Here And The Horizon; It Is Nothing. And All The Possessions You've Treasured Up At Home Are Nothing.

The Moving Finger Writes; And Having Writ, Moves On.

The Stars Are Setting And The Caravan Starts For The Dawn Of Nothing-oh, Make Haste!