One afternoon I said to myself,
“Why aren’t beings more natural?”
Beings are talismanic. beings are elfin,
beings are miraculous, however.
A finite being, however hard it tries,
Will always be human.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the finiteness,
Gently it goes – the imperfect, the hominian, the anthropomorphic.
When I think of the human, I see a divine people.
Never forget the unhealthy and dishonorable human.