“Never Ask (The Sonnet) Never ask a poet, Why they write what they write. If they knew why they write, No poetry will have any light. Never ask a painter, Why they paint what they paint. If they knew why they paint, All paint will turn bleak and faint. Never ask a scientist, Why they are curious the way they are. If they knew the reason for their curiosity, There wouldn't be any science, nor uplift's desire. The drive for expression takes a million shapes, When all combine without condescension we'll see God's face.”
Book:Bulldozer on Duty