When I First Read The Words 'introvert'

We Are Here On The Planet Only Once, And Might As Well Get A Feel For The Place.

Every Day Is A God, Each Day Is A God, And Holiness Holds Forth In Time.

Time Is The Warp And Matter The Weft Of The Woven Texture Of Beauty In Space, And Death Is The Hurling Shuttle.

If You Stay Still, Earth Buries You, Ready Or Not.

He Judged The Instant And Let Go; He Flung Himself Loose Into The Stars.