The brain within its groove The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, T'were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills! Emily Dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson insanitymind
The Characteristics of Kogin An Essay from The Beauty of Everyday Things by Yanagi Sōetsu This is how time is forgottenThere is no kogin that can be called poor
This is how time is forgotten This is how time is forgotten; this is how work absorbs the hours and days. timeeuphony