A Mind Too Active Is No Mind

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

And What A Congress Of Stinks!- Roots Ripe As Old Bait, Pulpy Stems, Rank, Silo-rich, Leaf Mold, Manure, Lime, Piled Against Slippery Planks, Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Kept Breathing A Small Breath.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)