guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders

The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

worms are the words but joy's the voice

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart [ i carry it in my heart ]

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.