The price for the rigor is the mortis
Tim de Lisle,
Intelligent Life, April 2012
I sit here among textbooks, journals, periodicals and tomes on various subjects
Thoughts other people have had that are now imprisoned in print
It brings to my mind a bit of a poem by Benjamin S Grossberg:
But so slowly that days pass,
an unscrolling of weather,
an unscrolling of weather,
the view out the same window
over a series of months
Beyond my window, the birds play in the waterfalls
And a little girl is intent on finding the secrets flowers hold
She is unaware of the need to learn so much from books
Maybe she is on to something
Should I abandon my books and join her?
That is the question,
and that's poetiquejustis
Job 36:26
How great is God, beyond our understanding!
