If They Would All Sleep

In The End, It Is My Belief, Words Are The Only Things That Can Construct A World That Makes Sense.

I Was On The Verge Of Something Numinous And Profound And In One More Second The Universe Was Going To Crack Open And Arcana Would Rain Down On My Head Like Grace And All The Cosmic Mysteries Were Going To Be Revealed.

(although Anyone With Half A Brain Must Surely Be Mired In Existential Gloom All The Time)

No Point In Thinking, You Just Have To Get On With Life. We Only Have One After All, We Should Try And Do Our Best. We Can Never Get It Right, But We Must Try.

The Past Is A Cupboard Full Of Light And All You Have To Do Is Find The Key That Opens The Door.