Queen of Faeries, give me your glamour spells,
And take me in your Chariot of Wonder,
To join the ride on the crest of waves
And the flight to the end of the Equator.
Author’s Note: We all yearn for a haven, a niche, or a Shangri-La amid wrestling with the existential challenges that life presents to us. To dismiss such a yearning as a peevish repertory of a wastrel or an incompetent is a churlish disregard of the humanity and a supercilious judgment of individuality. William Butler Yeats saw the heart of the weary, and this is my tribute to his vision of the imagination in which I want to willingly waste my time.
A Cat in the Mirror 