In Nature There Are Few Sharp Lines

To Be Saved Is Here, Local And Mortal

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.