What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
A mind too active is no mind at all.
I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.
The damage of teaching: the constant contact with the undeveloped.
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.
In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.