I searched for a ray of warmth,
I found glitter.
What does it conceal?
I am afraid of the glitter,
but will I ever find the ray I sought?
Out of this dark,
show me light. I have none else to ask.
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Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
(Lewis Carroll)
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
(Dylan Thomas)
"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained." – Mark Twain
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It's whacky!
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
(Lewis Carroll)
"Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
(Dylan Thomas)
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