The beautiful, sublime
Great heights can terrify
Mystify the eye and mind
Break the calculus of proportion
That keeps us fixed to the wheel
Of an appointed symmetry.
Break the bond of everyday proportion
Release the incalculable sublime into the world
The beautiful pursuit of extremity
The man who walks to Santiago de Compostela
On his knees.
My daughter who scurries over a canyon in the Himalayas on a rickety rope bridge.
The valiant know that they will taste death but the once.
So let the limitless sublime attract our hearts and minds.
Let us attend to the sublimity of nature: contemplate the stars, their number, age and distance,
Release the mind from the manacles of geometric proportion, enter black holes;
Discover, like Johnny Keats did, long ago, the sublime resource we have within our soul
To make the world a-new free from the terror of the error that lurks beneath the skin
For the sublime is the strongest emotion which the human mind is capable of feeling
We must learn not to be frightened of the enormity of awe
It is what we were born for:
To be on the edge of a miracle