I see but a spark of the infinite flame—to all the rest born blind.
Yet envy I not the gazers who boast of their clearer sight;
For safer I walk if I know I am blind, than calling the darkness light.
For all my riddle unanswered, for all my blindness known,
I would rather keep asking the secret than to make it all my own.
I believe that the stir of the questions is the spirit’s ultimate breath.
All life is a passionate question. Wilt thou not answer it, Death?
—Theodore C. Williams, Unity.
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Spiders and Music—See [Music and Spiders].