“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
The little girl
could not sleep
because her thoughts
were way too deep.
Her mind had gone out for a stroll,
and fallen down a rabbit hole.
Via: Helen Sanford
Image: More of the artist Trevor Brown’s work can be seen here.
. from your hand
And I will lance the light for you
I’ll cut a sword blade on the wind
And pennant it with flight for you
To signal I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you
Unleash me from your hand
And I will mock the sky for you
I’ll pull the anger from the air
And make the breezes sigh for you
To show you I am yours
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was in all her steps,
heaven in her eye,
in every gesture dignity and love.
–John Milton, Paradise Lost