The End Is In The Beginning And

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

The Short Winter’s Day Was Drawing To A Close. It Seems To Me Sometimes That These Are The Only Days I Have Ever Known, And Especially That Most Charming Moment Of All, Just Before Night Wipes Them Out.

All Has Not Been Said And Never Will Be.