Little Lamb, Who Made Thee? Dost Thou

Celebrate Your Existence!

Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than The Horses Of Instruction.

Down The Winding Cavern We Groped Our Tedious Way, Till A Void Boundless As The Nether Sky Appeared Beneath Us, And We Held By The Roots Of Trees And Hung Over This Immensity; But I Said: If You Please We Will Commit Ourselves To This Void And See Whether Providence Is Here Also.