And if you know not?
Then is that which you feel still not
still felt, nor has complaint of desolation?
For the senses have need neither
of appreciation nor of acknowledgement,
nor to be signaled nor spoken—
As if truth mind were, or a tyranny.
Sensation has no need but of itself,
That truth be truth, nor less:
Revealment has no need but of identicality.
And never was truth less, except as man,
the mind of man. By furious dispute of oneness,
made quarrelsome variety to seem
one’s littling into lesserness of one,
and lesserness a greatness,