Look, I'm Not Asking You

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

You Know Those Balls That They Put On Car Antennas So You Can Find Them In The Parking Lot? Those Should Be On Every Car!

Even A Fool Learns Something Once It Hits Him.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.