There's A Friendly Tie Of Some Sort

Done Because We Are Too Many.

It Was Then That The Ecstasy And The Dream Began, In Which Emotion Was The Matter Of The Universe, And Matter But An Adventitious Intrusion Likely To Hinder You From Spinning Where You Wanted To Spin.

Where We Are Would Be Paradise To Me, If You Would Only Make It So.

Teach Me To Live, That I May Dread The Grave As Little As My Bed. Teach Me To Die.

And At Home By The Fire, Whenever You Look Up There I Shall Be— And Whenever I Look Up, There Will Be You. -gabriel Oak