Only Nature is Divine,
and she isn’t divine . . .
If I sometimes speak of her as a living being
It’s because to speak of her I have to use human language
Which gives personality to things
And imposes names on things.
But things have neither names nor personality:
They exist, and the sky is vast and the earth is broad,
And our heart the size of a clenched fist . . .
Blessed am I for everything I don’t know.
Because that everything is what I truly am.
I bask in all this like someone sitting here in the sun.
by Fernando Pessoa
from The Complete Works of Alberto Caeiro
New Directions Paperbook, 2020
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