"What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music."
Science progresses not just by answering questions, but by asking better ones.
The only way that I can fight back is to write about it.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Every miner's contribution is vital to keeping the lights on.