Hubert Reeves

Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible nature. Unaware that this nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshipping.

John Keats

In a drear-nighted December, too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne’er remember Apollo’s summer look; but with a sweet forgetting, they stay their crystal fretting, never, never petting about the frozen time. I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.