Hordes of men linger, trample the sprouts of good ideas. Only a few sit quietly between the verses, moderators of battles and war. Like the hearts of nebulae, imperative, but only known indirectly.

Buttressed to stand against the tides of trend and opinion, the singular mind’s push is sometimes heard, maybe even influential, but always razing those fallacies that exist only to be laid bare by time and exposure, eventually trapped into the oblivion of a clearer way.

Keep the tar pits from swallowing your soul, do not limit the unconceived.

The budding of genius sprung with conception through stamped soil is the most tender, and the wild wool avoiding shears retains the coat’s splendor.  Balance comes from neither fire or water, rather the yoke of war sustains your proper calibration, and wisdom is neither this formed leg or that planed top but the table as a whole in the fulfillment of its doings, before a definition rests on it.

Everything else, all these details, equations, each small component on its own – what are they?

Genius rages quietly, mostly out of sight and, as with stellar entities, the grander and more vast, the harder to detect for the instruments of measurement are limited and the smaller more fundamental truths escape the less discerning.

As Rabbi Chaim Zimmerman, z’l, implied, how may one observe that which is unknown to them?

Out here in our wilderness, unrolling, peeling away entirely the husk of the kernel and engaging the fruit, drinking the nectar from its sopping flesh.

Life is intoxicating despite hardship.

Whatever the outcome, I see it clearly, the sun over our worlds shining with perfectly perceived radiance. Dew descending from the galleries, lying here with you under the midnight sky, and the innumerable fires glimmering down on us from the Cosmo’s heights.

The stars advancing light slips beyond the pupil into the mechanism’s chasm.

Who perceives the light crouching in darkness? In the heart of the human it is we the children of Adam, soulful beings, candles bobbing in the sea. But what of the infinite expanse of our world, who perceives it?

Rather, sublimely, permission is acquired like the exhalation of a kiss captured from your beloved and the advance is made with quiet efforts.