another excerpt from “Notes to Myself”

This time the closing note (in the first of these posts I quoted the opening note):

Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal. I can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. And in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight —

                     But the world is round, and  a messy mortal is my friend.

                     Come walk with me in the mud. . . . .

 

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