The illustration <br />is nothing to you without the application. <br />You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down <br />into close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them. <br /> <br />Sparkling chips of rock <br />are crushed down to the level of the parent block. <br />Were not 'impersonal judment in aesthetic <br />matters, a metaphysical impossibility,' you <br /> <br />might fairly achieve <br />it. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive <br />of one's attending upon you, but to question <br />the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.<br /><br />Marianne Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-steam-roller/
