Above All, We Ask The Poet To

We Can't Enchant The World, Which Makes Its Own Magic; But We Can Enchant Ourselves By Paying Deep Attention

We Are Defined By How We Place Our Attention.

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.

The Knowing, I Told Myself, Is Only A Vapor Of The Mind, And Yet It Can Wreck Havok With One's Sanity.

It Began In Mystery, And It Will End In Mystery, But What A Savage And Beautiful Country Lies In Between.