So broodingly soon in every direction.
And how much longer a story has science
Before she must put out the light on the children
And tell them the rest of the story is dreaming?
"You children may dream it and tell it tomorrow."
Time was we were molten, time was we were vapor.
What set us on fire and what set us revolving,
'Twas something we knew all about to begin with
And needn't have fared into space to discover,
To find 'twas the effort, the essay of love.
–lines from Robert Frost's "Too Anxious for Rivers."
