"It's your world, love... I'm just passing thru."
Myself, when young, did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, where heard I argument about and about IT, but evermore Came out by that same door as in I went. With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, Then, with my own hands, labour'd It to grow. Yet this was all the harvest that I reap'd: "I came like Water... and like Wind I go. "Into this Universe, the 'why' not know'n, Nor 'whence', like water willy-nilly flow'n, then out of It, as wind along the Waste, I know not 'whither', willy-nilly blow'n." What? without asking, hither hurried whence? Then! without asking, whither hurried hence? Another and another cup to drown The memory of this impertinence! ~Edward Fitzgerald's "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam"
