And

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

---Edgar Allan Poe, »The Raven«
(the eighteenth and final stanza)

'And' is a many splendored conjunction, isn't it ?

And now that I have carried this history so far in my own character and introduced these personages to the reader, I shall for the convenience of the narrative detach myself from its further course, and leave those who have prominent and necessary parts in it to speak and act for themselves.

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Alsways in the middle between two close friends, I felt like an and. Now look there in that hill, there's millions of them.

And suddenly there was only silence. She looked at him, not having anything to say while he hopelessly drowned in her.

such a small word for such a rich world: It can double all the joy of life with just saying me AND you!

A most pleasing conjunction.

No smoking in bed -
and no sleeping in ashtrays.

And who? Would it be you? Would it be me? Would we be in the future or in the past? Would we be now? And than what? And where?

And: the link
a door between worlds
the inclusive
state of being

And still the question remains:
What is the power of 116?

Raised to the power of 116.

^116

One can't do much in the face of 'and' but sit and wait for the next thing.