And I Am Aware Of My Heart:

I Can Never Read All The Books I Want; I Can Never Be All The People I Want And Live All The Lives I Want. I Can Never Train Myself In All The Skills I Want. And Why Do I Want? I Want To Live And Feel All The Shades, Tones And Variations Of Mental And Physical Experience Possible In Life. And I Am Horribly Limited.

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

And What Is Happy? It Is A Going Always On. There Is Something Better To Be Done Than I Have Done, And Spurred By The Fair Delusion Of Progress, I Will Seek To Progress, To Whip Myself On, To More And More- To Learning. Always.

Even Amidst Fierce Flames The Golden Lotus Can Be Planted.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.