God Has Created The Heavens With Constellations
Like Pearls On A Dark Steed.
The Light Ov The Sun Hides Them In The Day
&
All The Knowledge Of Them Is Divined In The Darkness Of night . . .
The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
Come to the edge,
we can''t we are afraid
Come to the edge,
we can''t we will fall
Come to the edge,
and they came
...and he pushed them
...and they flew