Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
The word is the making of the world
We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.
I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!