I imagine therefore I belong and am free.

Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more --

Pain has an element of blank

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.