Our passionate preoccupation with the sky , the stars , and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.
In tears I tossed my coin from Trevi's edge. A coin unsordid as a bond of love And, with the instinct of the homing dove, I gave to Rome my rendezvous and pledge. And when imperious Death Has quenched my flame of breath, Oh, let me join the faithful shades that throng that fount above.
This is a marvel of the universe: To fling a thought across a stretch of sky Some weighty message, or a yearning cry, It matters not; the elements rehearse Man's urgent utterance, and his words traverse The spacious heav'ns like homing birds that fly Unswervingly, until, upreached on high, A quickened hand plucks off the message terse.
Run from the Furies, and they find you, as if fear were a homing device, as if literature itself, on contemplating the abyss, were an invitation to jump into it, while Wagner whistles.john leonard