No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.
To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.
Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.
The deadly Hydra now is the hydra of Equality. Liberty, Equality and Fraternity is the three-fanged serpent.
A book lives as long as it is unfathomed.
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.