Suppose a man
To be born,
Both deaf and blind:
By the very witness
Of his spirit,
He apprehends
The Infinite about him;
And within him:
Infinite reach;
Infinite intensity;
He thinks not
Of walls and limits;
Until he feels them,
And is stopped by them.
That things are finite,
We learn
By our senses;
Infinity we know,
Deep in our spirit,
And feel it
So naturally;
As if it were,
The very essence
Of all life,
And being.
To be born,
Both deaf and blind:
By the very witness
Of his spirit,
He apprehends
The Infinite about him;
And within him:
Infinite reach;
Infinite intensity;
He thinks not
Of walls and limits;
Until he feels them,
And is stopped by them.
That things are finite,
We learn
By our senses;
Infinity we know,
Deep in our spirit,
And feel it
So naturally;
As if it were,
The very essence
Of all life,
And being.
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