I do not know. I do not know where I am, and where I am going to, and where I’m coming from. I know nothing about life. But I have seen some beauty. I have seen some brief, brief glimpses of beauty and happiness. I have seen.
“The scentless laurel a broad leaf displays,
Few and by fewer gather’d are the bays;
Yet these Apollo wore upon his brow.
The boughs are bare, the stem is twisted now.”