“Isn’t much of our great poetry just a rich description of the ‘self’ in fall? The art keeps alive the feeling of complete control. Yet it is only lyrical mastery of the destruction of the place we thought our home. Our universal lament, the unwantedness of a world where a soul must suffer to grow. The beloved song, resonating the reverberations of a breaking heart.” SelfPoetrySuffering Book:Ethics of Life: freedom and diversity Source: Ethics of Life: freedom and diversity