I Am The Cat Who Walks By

Meddling With Another Man's Folly Is Always Thankless Work.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

What Is The Law Of The Jungle? Strike First And Then Give Tongue.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

The Three In One, The One In Three? Not So! To My Own Gods I Go. It May Be They Shall Give Me Greater Ease Than Your Cold Christ And Tangled Trinities.