"And we might, in our lives, have many thresholds, many houses to walk out from and view the stars, or to turn and go back to for warmth and company. But the real one—the actual house not of beams and nails but of existence itself—is all of earth with no door, no adress seperate from oceans or stars, or from pleasure or wretchedness either, or hope, or weakness, or greed"
- from "Wordsworth's Mountain"
— Feb 08, 2024 01:46PM
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