Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

I Have Been Mortal, And Some Part Of Me Is Mortal Yet. I Am Full Of Tears And Hunger And The Fear Of Death, Although I Cannot Weep, And I Want Nothing, And I Cannot Die. I Am Not Like The Others Now, For No Unicorn Was Ever Born Who Could Regret, But I Do. I Regret.

The Magician Stood Erect, Menacing The Attackers With Demons, Metamorphoses, Paralyzing Ailments, And Secret Judo Holds. Molly Picked Up A Rock.

Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

I Am No King, And I Am No Lord, And I Am No Soldier At-arms," Said He. "i'm None But A Harper, And A Very Poor Harper, That Am Come Hither To Wed With Ye." "if You Were A Lord, You Should Be My Lord, And The Same If You Were A Thief," Said She. "and If You Are A Harper, You Shall Be My Harper, For It Makes No Matter To Me, To Me, For It Makes No Matter To Me." "but What If It Prove That I Am No Harper? That I Lied For Your Love Most Monstrously?" "why, Then I'll Teach You To Play And Sing, For I Dearly Love A Good Harp," Said She.

She Said, "i Will Go No Farther." "there Is No Choice. We Can Only Go On." The Magician Said Again. "we Can Only Go On.