Yet in the exact Inconscient’s stark conceit, In the casual error of the world’s ignorance A plan, a hidden Intelligence is glimpsed. There is a purpose in each stumble and fal~wonderful & value love~

Yet in the exact Inconscient’s stark conceit,
In the casual error of the world’s ignorance
A plan, a hidden Intelligence is glimpsed.
There is a purpose in each stumble and fall;
Nature’s most careless lolling is a pose
Preparing some forward step, some deep result.
Ingenious notes plugged into a motived score,
These million discords dot the harmonious theme
Of the evolution’s huge orchestral dance

-- 'a poem speaks to that heart'