“I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.”

I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned!

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight.

To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.