the

image of myself which i try to create in my own mind in order that i may love myself is very different from the image which i try to create in the minds of others in order that they may love me.

W. H. Auden 1907-73: The Dyer's Hand (1963)

what

power would hell have if those imprisoned there could not dream of heaven?

mold

needing to vent a little bit more, thoughts are slipping through the cracks of time.