It made me think of Einstein in a way and the disorganization that may go on outside of the periphery of the vision he might of contained, to solving the priority and problems of the day?

Is this what hapens to good theoretcians and mathematicians like Andrew Wiles of mathematics would shut themselves away for a time, to be totally absorbed, and come out of it, whole?

I think in a sense this inductive/deductive process inherent, would be more significant in terms of retaining views and pushing the boundary to be more inclusive of what reality contains.

Hence in this sense, the gravity of the situation might be quite strong indeed, and the weight with which we are held entranced, saids something about our true freedoms?

It isn’t National Poetry Month but to paraphrase the late Wisconsin hockey Coach, Badger Bob, “Everyday is a good day for…poetry.”

And Happy Halloween, a favorite holiday. Tricks or treats; money or eats.

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May Swenson was born in Logan, Utah, in 1913. She attended Utah State University, Logan, and received a bachelor’s degree in 1939. She taught poetry at Bryn Mawr, the University of North Carolina, the University of California at Riverside, Purdue University and Utah State University and was an editor at New Directions publishers from 1959 to 1966.

Ms. Swenson’s poems appeared in many significant publications. She served as a Chancellor of The Academy of American Poets from 1980 to 1989. She died in Oceanview, Delaware, in 1989. I miss her.

(This information from the American Academy of Poets.)