Dead hemlock and sunstar, Shenandoah National Park
"My eyes are blinking,' Dathi said,
"With the secrets of God half blind,
But I can see where the wind goes
And follow the way of the wind;
"And blessedness goes where the wind goes,
And when it is gone, we are dead;
I see the blessedest soul in the world
And he nods a drunken head."
- William Butler Yeats (190th-20th Century poet, dramatist, and writer)
