we are getting to the end of visioning the impossible within this universe such as that better whiles may follow worse and that our race may mend by reasoning we know that even as larks in cages sing unthoughtful of deliverance from the curse that holds them lifelong in a latticed hearse we ply spasmodically our pleasuring and that when nations set them to lay waste their neighbours' heritage by foot and horse and hack their pleasant plains in festering seams they may again - not warily or from taste but tickled mad by some demonic force - yes we are getting to the end of dreams!!