In the end the shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.
George Takei describes the moment when he and his family were sent to an internment camp.
You two are literally fooling no one.
“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.”