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

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.’