Akrodha's Rage

There will be time, there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands... time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions... and indeed there will be time to wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” ... Do I dare disturb the universe? In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons... I know the voices dying with a dying fall beneath the music from a farther room.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas. Would it have been worth while, to have bitten off the matter with a smile, to have squeezed the universe into a ball, to roll it towards some overwhelming question. I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.