Aye, there lies the rub" so in this Hamlet of No Return, called 'World of the Wise Men of Gotham', only but be Bed-Ridden by the Un-Wise of Bottom, my small Wisdom but Swore faintly, "Never Truly Grow-up"! 'Twas Destiny, that born Myopic, forced me to Imagine. Thus, Truth 'n Purity came to Grasp: it a day dawned that, "Dirt were you Born, to returnest to Dirt" ... Empty-Handed Come, 'n Empty-Handed Gone ... thus lil by lil, formed a Philosophy: "You only GAIN, what you GIVE" ... Help Humanity, Not your own Self-Self! Learning thus so early, that Seeing was Un-Truth ... Lampions big of Light, Blinking 'n Flickering, so Blown-up in Multi-Fluid Colours in the Deep Depths of the Cosmos' ... factually were, Else-Things in the Else-Where? Questions to be Posed 'n Answered: allowing the use of other Senses, like Sounds, Taste, Smell 'n Movements, to Re-construct the feasible Probable Reality, intuitively analysing the Crayoneed cricks 'n cracks of chalky traits, I justly Heard, the Black-Board Talk back to me: 'n Revealed by '?¶agc, the Writing on the Wall ...