to see things as they are, poet must subject his life, break down, a revaluation erupting sense. destroying illusion with discovery, still an impossible finality. some time coming, poet will see anew, then know otherwise. paradoxical poet, vignette of all time.
to understand nature, one must allow oneself to not understand it. feel its indifference toward you, and nature is forgotten, and furthermore forgets its forgetting, having been already brought into being.
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