"You cannot catch your own shadow, and neither can you escape it." -Ramesh Balsekar

 The cutting wind is a cruel foe.

I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!
-M E Colridge