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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven (1899)
by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.
— Quentin Crisp