Little Fly,
Thy summer's play If thought is life
My thoughtless hand And strength & breath,
Has brush'd away. And the want
Of thought is death,
Am not I
A fly like thee? Then am I
Or art not thou A happy fly
A man like me? If I live
Or if I die.
For I dance
And drink & sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
-- William Blake, "The Fly"
i live in a world where it has become normal to demand instant gratification
not only demand it, but expect it. Expect results.
NOW
jessa - 'why must there be an answer?'
dray - 'why must there be a question?'
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