Did you know the world
was going to end? Ours? Yes, look
into the mirror.
Image By AlfvanBeem, Prague Astronomical Clock (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
The muse has been muted while we are both listening for some reason- we have both observed; Profound is not discovery, Epiphany is no certa...