All souls beneath the gloom
That pass with little flames,
All these till time be run
Pass one by one
As Christs to save, and die;
What wrong one sowed,
Behold, another reaps!
Where lips awake our joy
The sad heart sleeps
Within.
“Humans, above all, fear intelligence. …Humans, scared out of their minds, gather whatever intelligence they can put their hands on and put it all in a central penitentiary named facts.”