What's the point of thinking about how it's going to end when it's just the beginning?
Emily Dickinson sublimely unnames even the blanks.
The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Man has no Body distinct from his soul; for that called Body is a portion of a Soul discerned by the five senses$$$ the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
When the stars threw down their spears$$$ and watered heaven with their tears$$$ did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Children of the future age<br>Reading this indignant page<br>Know that in a former time<br>Love$$$ sweet love$$$ was thought a crime
Opposition is true Friendship.
He who desires$$$ but acts not$$$ breeds pestilence.
Sweet babe$$$ in thy face <br>Soft desires I can trace$$$ <br>Secret joys and secret smiles$$$ <br>Little pretty infant wiles.
Well$$$ aren't you just saying it's better to be neurotic$$$ sensitive$$$ and miserable than unimaginative$$$ adjusted and content? Is it really better?