"There are children playing in the street who could solve some of my top problems in physics, because they have modes of sensory perception that I lost long ago." - J. Robert Oppenheimer
Euripides is speaking in this brook
As is Joy Formidable;
Both are preferable to the no voice that we hear
Contradicting all our yes’s.
Cultura, the tiny leaf off the tree that we saved
Is all we have left of our vanity
In the raw perception of the moment,
Where the rise and fall of countless lifetimes
is now transformed into our soil, our water, what we are,
a mulch where anything can grow
but seeds so precious they must drop from unseen birds.
