Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard. - Robert Frost

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

But yield who will to their separation, My object in living is to unite My avocation and my vocation As my two eyes make one in sight. Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes, Is the deed ever really done For heaven and the future´s sakes.

You see the beauty of my proposal is It needn’t wait on general revolution. I bid you to a one-man revolution— The only revolution that is coming.