cy·clo·pe·an (also cy·clo·pi·an)  adj. 1 denoting a type of ancient masonry made with massive irregular blocks: cyclopean stone walls. by association with the great size of the Cyclops. 

chi·me·ra (also chi·mae·ra)  n. 1 (Chimera) (in Greek mythology) a fire-breathing female monster with a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a serpent’s tail.  any mythical animal with parts taken from various animals. 2 a thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve: the economic sovereignty you claim to defend is a chimera. 3 [BIOLOGY] an organism containing a mixture of genetically different tissues, formed by processes such as fusion of early embryos, grafting, or mutation: the sheeplike goat chimera.

And then, even in his trouble, he remembered the old saw that “What is done is done; and the egg cracked cannot be cured.” 

There is a shade of purple in this flower near summer’s end that makes you proud to be alive in such a world, and thrilled to know the gift of sight. It seems a color sent from memory or dream. In fields, along old trails, at pasture edge, the ironweed bares its vivid tint, profoundest violet, a note from farthest star and deepest time, the glow of sacred royalty and timbre of eternity right here beside a dried-up stream. 

the sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken. 

“Good Lord, I don’t know what ‘rights’ a man has! And I don’t know the solution of boredom. If I did, I’d be the one philosopher that had the cure for living. But I do know that about ten times as many people find their lives dull, and unnecessarily dull, as ever admit it..

Darkness falls from the air. 

The air of the late March evening made clear their flight, their dark quivering bodies flying clearly against the sky as against a limp-hung cloth of smoky tenuous blue.  

The clouds didn't look like cotton
they didn't even look like clouds
I was underneath the weather
and my friends looked like a crowd

I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness—a real thorough-going illness.