But, of course, you could not help it, you could not help making a man out of instances from his life. And add them down So that the summation Is smaller and denser Than any of its parts. Whether the fiction of our lives, or of novels, or of paintings. Dryness is for equations, for logic. Somewhere in the anxious balancing act, Between wetness and dryness, Lies a true thought.
Some rain signifies some other rain.
Other rain, sometimes, but not always, signifies some people's ideas about rain, and then some other rain signifies destruction immediately followed by creation. Write a poem in the woods, such that, to read the poem you would need to be in those woods at the time you wrote that poem. I'm going to now proceed to spend my life trying to feel in such a way that I will not believe how I am feeling. This discovery would lead to some understanding of the physical side of spirituality. Possibly these words are religious words.