The best way out is always through. - Robert Frost

Who said it mattered / what monkeys did or didn't understand? / They might not understand the burning-glass. / They might not understand the sun itself. / It's knowing what to do with things that counts.

Till we came to be There was not a trace Of a thinking race Anywhere in space.

Come fresh from an election like the last, The greatest vote a people ever cast, So close yet sure to be abided by, It is no miracle our mood is high.