Should our loftiest ideals sound like folly?
It is not a question of inner and outer perspectives
but, rather, of an above and below.
Even the basest tragedy might appear rapturous
to that sublimest soul, free to soar on the aether…
One man’s food, after all, is another’s poison.
And one’s take depends upon one’s temper.
The purest air is reserved for the heights…
It can make us giddy.