The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The thing that is important is the thing that not seen… It is just as it is with the flower。 If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night。 All the stars are abloom with flowers…