Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind Cannot bear very much reality. (T. S. ELIOT)
Come, you lost atoms, to your Centre draw, And BE the Eternal Mirror that you saw; Rays that have wandered into darkness wide, Return, and back into your sun subside. (FARID-UD-DIN ’ATTAR, The Conference of the Birds, trans. Fitzgerald)
Crow straggled, limply bedraggled his remnant. He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of. (TED HUGHES, “Crow’s Playmates”)
The sands of Time are steeped in new Beginnings. (IGNATIUS Q. GRIBB, The All-Purpose Quotable Philosophy)
