The End Is In The Beginning.

So First, Your Memory I'll Jog, And Say: A Cat Is Not A Dog

Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks By A Thousand Ways.

Anxiety Is The Hand Maiden Of Creativity.

I Had Seen Birth And Death But Had Thought They Were Different.

Because These Wings Are No Longer Wings To Fly But Merely Vans To Beat The Air The Air Which Is Now Thoroughly Small And Dry Smaller And Dryer Than The Will Teach Us To Care And Not To Care Teach Us To Sit Still