Life's Uncertain Voyage.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

Is Man No More Than This? Consider Him Well. Thou Ow'st The Worm No Silk, The Beast No Hide, The Sheep No Wool, The Cat No Perfume. Here's Three On's Are Sophisticated. Thou Art The Thing Itself; Unaccommodated Man Is No More Than Such A Poor, Bare, Forked Animal As Thou Art.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.