'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams, I will hold my light above them and seek their faces. I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .' The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness, Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest, Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
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The tone suggests all answers are unknowable which may not be true.
The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!- But time goes on, and will, unheeding, Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn, And the wild days set true hea…
Nature loves to hide her secrets, and she does not suffer the hidden truth about the essential nature of the gods to be flung in naked words to the ears of the…
These are the town's secrets, and some will later be known and some will never be known. The town keeps them all with the ultimate poker face. The town cares f…
Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective.