Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
You can't always do it right, you can always do what's left.
Thoughts rearrange. Familiar now strange. All my skin is drifting on the wind.~
If you were to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?
Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come