An air of deep unusualness greeted him, as he opened his door on a blustery autumn morning and set out to walk through the woods.
My 26 year old son is clearly a perceptive fellow and he hit the nail on the head when describing his father as “a funny old monk”.
Fascinated by the concept of transcendence I have started to conceptualize what I believe such states of existence could be.
“What Am I” is the most important question I can ask and yet the answer may have to be discovered not by reasoning but by experience.
Far from disappearing, Keats and his incomparable poetry have lived on after his death.