all donne, all the time

And new philosophy calls all in doubt,
The element of fire is quite put out,
The sun is lost, and th'earth, and no man's wit
Can well direct him where to look for it.
And freely men confess that this world's spent,
When in the planets and the firmament
They seek so many new; they see that this
Is crumbled out again to his atomies.
'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone,
All just supply, and all relation;
Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,
For every man alone thinks he hath got
To be a phoenix, and that then can be
None of that kind, of which he is, but he.
-- http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/643.html

Naw, jus' kidding -- here's a quote from Alan Moore:

"I'm a great believer in the theory that the more work the audience
has to actually do, the more they enjoy it 'cos the more they've
invested." -- http://www.laurahird.com/newreview/alanmooreinterview.html