I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star!
and there is no object so soft, but makes a hub for the whole universe,
and I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool and composed,
before a million universes
I dwell in Possibility–
A fairer House than Prose–
More numerous of Windows–
Superior– for Doors–
Of Chambers as the Cedars–
Impregnable of Eye–
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky–
Of Visitors– the fairest–
For Occupation–This–
The spreading wide of my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise–
Creations of the mind are more alive than matter.
Charles Baudelaire, Fuses I and II