Poetry exists to express what conventional language cannot convey, offering transformed perception rather than definitions.
In the end, poetry provides handholds for the ever-untamed, ineffable parts of the soul, guiding perception towards what words alone cannot capture.
Humanity's intellectual history represents a sustained effort to understand and reproduce the good things we encounter in the world.
In the end, transcendent desires beyond utility create infinite ramifications. We must listen to our desires to discover what good things deserve reproduction.
Humanity's existential fickleness drives cyclical swings between order and chaos, yet this very instability contains both creative potential and the seeds of renewal.
The pendulum of human temperament
The yin-yang structure of cycles
Responding to inevitable collapse
Hope within destruction
Love as the disrupting element
In the end, humanity's inability to remain content with any fixed state guarantees continuous transformation, making fickleness itself an expression of freedom rather than a flaw to overcome.