Life, Death and Other Poems

I don't think, as a people, we should worry about making mistakes as long as we can perceive the opportunity granted us by the intelligence of Nature, and of all Life, to do better, which is all we ever really want to do anyway. Between the intelligence of Man and the great foresight and intelligence of Nature, there is nothing we cannot accomplish, so that there really is no cause not to perceive a bright and wonderful future for Man and the Earth, wherever our horizons may take us today or forever. If this is the case, then in such a grace even our mistakes take something of the better Life that illuminates and makes them its own in a boundless fulfillment of a future, a Life, that was always created to get better forever, the eternal momentum of so Great a Life finding itself in every soul of its soul and every soul finding themselves in the momentum of so Great a Life. Do we not?