Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Donne. Holy Sonnet XIV.

"'But now,' said the Once-ler, "now that you're here
The word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear
UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot
Nothing is going to get better
It's not."

Seuss. The Lorax.

i do not have anything myself to say that could possibly compare.

i'm kinda retired, i think. resigned to lurking. i'm not terribly proud of most of the stuff down there *points below to list of stories* either, but they were a very necessary part of the growing process so i shall leave them up in thanks to them for that.