“We have but faith: we cannot know,
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
*A Tennyson love-affair rekindled… on one of those nights when I want to write and write and write and read and read and read. Sometimes I wish I would’ve gone the forsaken writer route… red wine and anthologies will do the fix, though. Goodnight. Sleep sweet.