We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace. - T. S. Eliot

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence … Words, strain,
Crack, and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.

When the day's hustle and bustle is done, Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.