“ God is the perfect poet. ”
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
~ Robert Browning
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,Or what's a heaven for?
My sun sets to rise again.
There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.
