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  • Where the light is, and each thing clear,Separate from all others, standing in its place,I drink the time and touch whatever's near,And hope for day when the whole world has that face:For what assures her present every year?In dark accidents the mind's sufficient grace.

    Delmore Schwartz (1967). “Selected Poems (1938-1958): Summer Knowledge”, p.27, New Directions Publishing