It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
We live on the leash of our senses.
There is no way in which to understand the world without first detecting it through the radar-net of our senses.