A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) - T. S. Eliot

[A] wrong attitude towards nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude towards God.

What is this self inside us, this silent observer,
Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us
And urge us to futile activity,
And in the end, Judge us still more severely,
For the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.