"You can make your own mythology." Jimi Hendrix Walk in beauty, day or night. Beauty to worship, and not demure. Give due. Render unto her what is hers. Tease it from every circumstance and accident and become a rapture to this-- incomprehensible. Let me this day dedicate. Call forth through my scintilla light luscious, Lit like a heaven in golden dream. What light trough yonder- window breaks. I feel it rushing in, love incomprehensible. to feel the force of her life is love. overwhelming. Some have felt the expansion would need physical explosion. The word comes up over and again.