So. Much. Firefly.

Ah, not to be cut off,
not through the slightest partition
shut out from the law of the stars.
The inner -- what is it?
if not the intensified sky,
hurled through with birds and deep
with the winds of homecoming.

-- Rilke

Found: a 1960s photo of Adam.

Laura is now in Italy, soon to head toward Barcelona.

...

From the Shodoka:

From my youth I piled studies upon studies,
In sutras and sastras I searched and researched,
Classifying terms and forms, oblivious to fatigue.
I entered the sea to count the sands in vain
And then the Tathagata scolded me kindly
As I read "What profit in counting your neighbor's treasure?"
My work had been scattered and entirely useless,
For years I was dust blown by the wind.

By Yoka Genkaku (Yongjia Xuanjue)
English version by Robert Aitken

School. Hmmph. What's the plural of abacus?