Go, go, go, said the bird; human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.

(T. S. ELIOT)

Come, you lost atoms, to your Centre draw,
And BE the Eternal Mirror that you saw;
Rays that have wandered into darkness wide,
Return, and back into your sun subside.

(FARID-UD-DIN ’ATTAR, The Conference of the Birds, trans. Fitzgerald)

Crow straggled, limply bedraggled his remnant.
He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag.
He was what his brain could make nothing of.

(TED HUGHES, “Crow’s Playmates”)

The sands of Time are steeped in new
Beginnings.

(IGNATIUS Q. GRIBB, The All-Purpose Quotable Philosophy)