And of these things he cries unto himself that he is greater yet than all of these.
Or holds the sculptor’s chisel,
That he may carve the thing whereof he sees;
Or touch with feathered strokes of brush to paint the picture of his world and form.
In seeking yet to bring unto himself these things which he sees.
And though his strife is long and mighty,
He cometh soon upon the place;
And all of this is naught but dust.
And in the rising finds thereof
All things which were born, not from strife
by Ernest L. Norman
Excerpt from The Elysium