Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.

Our Life Is Two Fold Sleep Hath Its Own World, A Boundary Between The Things Misnamed Death And Existence Sleep Hath Its Own World, And A Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

To Chase The Glowing Hours With Flying Feet.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

To Have Joy, One Must Share It.