Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea
Of this invention, this invented world,
The inconceivable idea of the sun.

You must become an ignorant man again
And see the sun again with an ignorant eye
And see it clearly in the idea of it.

- Wallace Stevens, "Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction"

It Must be Abstract, Canto I 

 

 

 

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