Aliwyn

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

"To see the world in  a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour. "

William Blake

If i had a world in my own, everything will be nonense. Nothing will be whath it is because everything will be what it isn't. In contrariwise what it is it wouldn't be and what it wouldn't be it would, you see?

"Her name is Alice" by Shinedown