Still, what I want in my life/ is to be willing/to be dazzled—/to cast aside the weight of facts/and maybe even to float a little/above this difficult world./ I want to believe I am looking/into the white fire of great mystery./I want to believe that imperfections are nothing—/that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum/of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do. -from “The Ponds” by Mary Oliver