Weave, Weave The Sunlight In

The Immature Poet Imitates, The Mature Poet Plagiarizes.

I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley Where The Dead Men Lost Their Bones.

You Have To Risk Going Too Far To Discover Just How Far You Can Really Go.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.

Time Present And Time Past Are Both Perhaps Present In Time Future, And Time Future Contained In Time Past. If All Time Is Eternally Present All Time Is Unredeemable.