Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?How soft is this one, how subtle this is,How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is,As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice;How this one clings and how that unclosesFrom bud to flower in the way of roses.
There is a certain rapport, a sensitivity I don't know how to say it that forms a bridge between this strange machine and the cosmic spiritual force. It is not the machine, itself, you understand, that reaches out and taps the spiritual force. It is the living creature's mind, aided by the mechanism, that brings the force to us.clifford d. simak
Fred Astaire once worked so hard/ he often lost his breath/ and now he taps all other chaps to death