Bend.

How often the man of the window has studied its motley trunk,

the out-starting of its branches,

its smooth crotches,

its revelations of whiteness,

hoping to see beyond his glances,

the distorting geometry of preconception and habit,

to know it beyond words.

All he has learned of it does not add up to it.

The world is greater than our words.

To speak of it the mind must bend.

Wendell Berry