Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
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.
"We knew he was someone who had a tragic flaw, that's where his greatness came from"
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes." A.C. Doyle