The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

England's genius filled all measure Of heart and soul, of strength and pleasure, Gave to the mind its emperor, And life was larger than before: Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit. The men who lived with him became Poets, for the air was fame.

Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see — not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.