"Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!...
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come through at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides...
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.
No, no, it is three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them."
Song of a Man Who Has Come Through by D.H. Lawrence
