We Wake, If We Ever

The Universe Was Not Made In Jest But In Solemn Incomprehensible Earnest.

Adverbs Are A Sign That You've Used The Wrong Verb.

I Wake Expectant, Hoping To See A New Thing.

But Enough Is Enough. One Turns At Last Even From Glory Itself With A Sigh Of Relief. From The Depths Of Mystery, And Even From The Heights Of Splendor, We Bounce Back And Hurry For The Latitudes Of Home.

We Are Most Deeply Asleep At The Switch When We Fancy We Control Any Switches At All.