All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.
All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.
“I have liv’d long enough for others, like the Dog in the Wheel, and it is now the Season to begin for myself: I cannot change that Thing call’d Time, but I can alter its Posture and, as Boys do turn a looking-glass against the Sunne, so I will dazzle you all.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor