"For years and years I struggled just to love my life. And then the butterfly rose, weightless, in the wind. "Don't love you life too much," it said… - Mary Oliver

Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves.

I believed in the world.
Oh, I wanted

to be easy
in the peopled kingdoms,
to take my place there,
but there was none

that I could find
shaped like me.

I did not think of language as the means to self-description. I thought of it as the door — a thousand opening doors! — past myself. I thought of it as the means to notice, to contemplate, to praise, and, thus, to come into power.