Poetry is sane because it floats easily on an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea and so make it finite…
To accept everything is an exercise; to understand everything is a strain. The poet only desires exaltation and expansion, a world to stretch himself in. The poet asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head, and it is his head that splits.
– G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
After several months away, I’m coming back. Coming back married, with new ideas, new problems, new passions, and all manner of fodder for poetry and miscellaneous musings. Let’s see if we can, together, get our heads up into the heavens where we can see the world a bit clearer.
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