The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life, Methinks, Is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands. Shaking Off With One Mighty Effort The Fetters Of Habit, The Leaden Weight Of Routine, The Cloak Of Many Cares And The Slavery Of Civilization, Man Feels Once More Happy.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

All Faith Is False, All Faith Is True. Truth Is The Shattered Mirror Strown In Myriad Bits, While Each Believes His Little Bit The Whole To Own.

One Cannot Look At The Sea Without Wishing For The Wings Of A Swallow.

Indeed He Knows Not How To Know Who Knows Not Also How To Un-know.