Is sorrow the true wild?
And if it is—and if we join them—
your wild to mine—what's that?
For joining, too, is a kind of annihilation.
What if we joined our sorrows, I'm saying.
I'm saying: What if that is joy?
Nature has some perfections, to show us that she is the image of God; and some imperfections to show us that she is only God's image. . . .