In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyones existence in this world. – Wislawa Szymborska
All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination. – Wislawa Szymborska