“Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness:
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.”
–Andrew Marvell, "The Garden"
“The Brain - is wider than the Sky -
For - put them side by side -
The one the other will contain
With ease - and You - beside..."
–Emily Dickinson, "Life," The Complete Poems
“Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles.”
–Washington Irving, The Sketch Book
There are minds and there is Mind.
There is the river of thought
Molded by the sands of time to form the destinies that guide the masses.
A river that shifts as their beliefs and feelings
Flow to the music of the will of the majority.
There is the Beam which shatters through the pretense of those who would
Threaten the few who, rather than believing,
Choose to decide for themselves,
Choose to create their own being,
Choose to use their mind to change the course of the river.
- from Poems on Reason, 1976 (revised 1991)