While I waken I wonder. Da capo e senza fine. I'll stay put for now. I'm now inside, but as for those other worlds I can wait to find bridges to them if the need should arise. Riding the current and looking down I see pebbles at the bottom, the dripping tears locked inside me for years that dried to rock and sunk to the lake bed.
Every atom has a place in the cosmos, Every rock comes out at night to sing.
I cannot think of any better vices than those which carry ignorance away, confounding fraudulence of any size and bigotry of any shape. The restless wishing to ascend should size their chances up, examine their belief, respect the bounds of reasoned wrong and right, rebuke their foibles, minimize their vices, sweep their self-defeating pride away and build fresh schools for climbing to their dreams. What choices, when informed, our vaunting dreams present us with, promethean, with a size of vast dimension in their sights. To err's our well-worn right.