From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
E. A. Poe
Take the weakest thing in you
And then beat the bastards with it
And always hold on when you get love
So you can let go when you give it