The climate of our planet now consists of a set of very strange dreams that are swimming across the surface of our minds like weird clouds.
“Who are you that the whole world’s song
Is shaken out beneath your feet
Leaving you comfortless,
Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in
The blades of man’s sin
And bear that sheaf?
Lady of wrong and grief,
Blameless!”
Ezra Pound | “To Our Lady of Vicarious Atonement”