The awful daring of a moment's surrender / Which an age of prudence can never retract / By this, and this only, we have existed / Which is not to be found in our obituaries / Or in memories draped by the beneficient spider / Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor / In our empty rooms. - from "The Wasteland" by TS Eliot
Take my hand / And lead me to salvation / Take my love / For love is everla...