Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.

Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

The eye- it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here;

The total amount of suffering per year in the natural world is beyond all decent contemplation. During the minute that it takes me to compose this sentence, th…