“If a prisoner hadn't lived outside, he would not

detest the dungeon. Desiring knows there's satisfaction beyond this. Straying maps

the path. A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. Your love

of many things proves they're one. Every separate stiff trunk and stem in the garden

connects with nimble root hairs underground. The awareness a wine drinker wants cannot

be tasted in wine, but that failure brings his deep thirst closer. So the heart keeps ignoring

the waterfall and the key, but there is one guiding through all the desiring restlessness.”