Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, June 12, 2014 — Image by kenne
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
— from “I Am” by John Clare
Becoming is Superior to Being 