The crack’s the very source through which it’s sounder built.
The jar’s each single particle’s in dance and revery,
Though unto man’s poor wisdom this seems foolery.
The pot, the world, all it contains, are lost to view.
Consider well this fact! God knows it’s simply true.630
If thou canst grasp this meaning, thou’rt like falcon strong.
Beat, then, the pinions of thy thoughts. Be hawk, ere long.
Thought’s pinions are bemired in thee, and heavy move;
Because thou feedest on clay; clay’s bread to thee, I’ll prove.
As flesh, bread is but clay. Trust not thereon for strength;