The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is incarnation. Here the impossible union of spheres of existence is actual. Here the past and future are conquered and reconciled.
Every moment is a fresh beginning.
not fare well, but fare forward
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.