I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been. - Robert Frost

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation,
As my two eyes make one in sight.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

People are inexterminable — like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices — that's us.