Your sublime words are too kind
For a man to which the world is blind.
Seeing is believing?
No; believing is self deceiving!
Reality, it seems, is so hard to find.
Am I an abstraction, not whole and complete?
A walking 'sod' of the earth, universal meat?
Of the Macrocosm,
Ah, maybe, and yet I am One Eternal Moment . . .
. . . and that's pretty neat!