To have walked cold through this still living house,
Looking on all things with indifferent eyes,
Hating the light, the sun, the fool’s applause,
Is to have measured how the narrow skies
Contract to dark, how easily one word
Shatters the green leaf and the singing bird.
Loren Eiseley from “Note at Midnight” in All the Night Wings
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