When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
- Henry David Thoreau -
Condensing fact from the vapor of nuance since 2003
Why do I desire What I do not need? Why does my soul, like fire, Or a hot abstract greed, Seek all that is higher? Why, if not because It is a soul? Who can know the cause When it lies in its whole Hidden in laws? Yet this matters not. What matters is pining And that stress of thought That comes of diving What to wish that may not be got.