It is certain that a book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it. - T. S. Eliot

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
-But who is that on the other side of you?