‘Being no longer human, why should I <br />Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? <br />Men have I known and men, but never one <br />Was grown so free an essence, or become <br />So simply element as what I am. <br />The mist goes from the mirror and I see. <br />Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath- <br />Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace, <br />And we that are grown formless, rise above- <br />Fluids intangible that have been men, <br />We seem as statues round whose high-risen base <br />Some overflowing river is run mad, <br />In us alone the element of calm.'<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paracelsus-in-excelsis/
