once upon a time there was a garden on a high hill green and bluffin round against the sea and there the sun came and the rain pourin down garden grew and flourished and splattered bits of color on the ground and it took shape and symmetry and all of life around but there came winds driven and howling there came snow and i feared for the garden so i built a wall and i built another and roofed it over thick and strong and kept it from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune the killing cold could not get in but when the sun came and the gentle rain of spring they could not reach the garden behind those walls it would have died safely securely died but as i longed and as i learned i tore the walls all down the garden still lives the garden lives