The light is too bright
leaving nothing to a chance
so I close my eyes.
and for Kristin:
Dost thou write poems?
Iambic pentameter?
Or succinct haiku?
The light is too bright
leaving nothing to a chance
so I close my eyes.
and for Kristin:
Dost thou write poems?
Iambic pentameter?
Or succinct haiku?
Evolution is gaining the psychic zones of the world. . . . life, being and ascent of consciousness, could not continue to advance indefinitely along its line without transforming itself in depth. . . . The being who is the object of his own reflection, in consequence, of that very doubling back upon himself becomes in a flash able to raise himself to a new sphere.
