Just Outside the Wine Crate at Sunset

I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star!

Friedrich Nietzsche

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

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

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–

Emily Dickinson

Creations of the mind are more alive than matter.

Charles Baudelaire, Fuses I and II

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