How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought

I walk in the garden without fear,
As stars swirl across the sky
And I stand amongst the tall lilies
Who lift their faces to the passing eons.
Here I will do no harm
And no harm will come to me
For at last my long journey is over
And I am at home.

If the fool persisted in his foolishness, would he become wise?

Zagoran: Remember when you '"fixed" the door to the mayor's office? How long was Herman stuck in there?
Pellegrino: You trap ONE mayor in his office for a week and you're marked for life.

The world is so much bigger than we are. It contains things that we can't even imagine, and if we limit outselves to our own minds, we'll never grow.