I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
stars in your multitudes
"You think I am attacking them for talking nonsense? Not a bit! I like them to talk nonsense. That's man's one privilege over all creation. Through error you come to the truth! I am a man because I err! You never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes and very likely a hundred and fourteen."
-Crime and Punishment, Dostoyevsky; also an apt description of what is in my journal