For I, methought, while the sweet breath of heaven
Was blowing on my body, felt within
A correspondent breeze, that gently moved
Refuting the mystical, metaphysical concept of the existence of individual, discrete selves (while bearing in a non existent mind, that there is no universally accepted theory as to what the word "existence" means)
— | Wordsworth, The Prelude |
Olivia Fraser, The Scent of the Lotus |
That love is all there is
Is all we know of love
-Emily Dickinson