Outside the window, there slides past that unimaginable and deserted vastness where night is coming on, the sun declining in ghastly blood-streaked splendour like a public execution across, it would seem, half a continent, where...

Don’t say, ‘The sky is my limit.’ Say, ‘I progress ad infinitum.’

Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.