Truth And Dreams Are Always Getting Muddled.

This Is Our World. Aye, There's More Than Enough Of Darkness In It. But Over Everything There's All This Joy, Kit. There's All This Lovely, Lovely Light.

There's Light And Joy, But There's Also Darkness All Around And We Can Be Lost In It.

And What Is Wrong With Playing With Words? Words Love To Be Played With, Just Like Children Or Kittens Do!

We Come To A Lamp Beside The Pathway, And Suddenly We Stop Walking, And We Start To Dance, And We Glitter In The Shafts Of Light, Like Stars, Like Flies, Like Flakes Of Dust.

Anything Seems Possible At Night When The Rest Of The World Has Gone To Sleep.