But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust.

He ceaselessly strives for the realization of individual capacities and talents.

As I look back on my life now, I attribute much of my professional success to my continued willingness to hustle and do whatever is necessary to get the job done.

Yet time is one of the few things we can't save - it is forever unfolding.

Thinking of each other is just like a thread connecting both you on the one end and me on the other end.