A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

I'd love to go back to Europe in the '20s and '30s, for the beginning of the Psychoanalytic Movement, and Freud and Jung, and all that was going on with discoveries in quantum physics. The whole nature of reality was changing and being challenged.

Sound is the vocabulary of nature.

Many difficulties which nature throws in our way, may be smoothed away by the exercise of intelligence.

Human judges can show mercy. But against the laws of nature, there is no appeal.