Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
And I rejoiced in being what I was.
The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows. We walk aware of what is far and close. Here distance is familiar as a friend. The feud we kept with space comes to an end.
What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.