Still through the dusk of dead, blank-legended,And unremunerative years we searchTo get where life begins, and still we groanBecause we do not find the living sparkWhere no spark ever was; and thus we die,Still searching, like poor old astronomersWho totter off to bed and go to sleep,To dream of untriangulated stars.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson
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