“It seems a strange thing that men, the mass of men, cannot understand that ‘life’ is the great reality, that true living fills us with vivid life, ‘the heavenly bread,’ and earthly bread merely supports this. No, men cannot understand, never have understood that simple fact. They cannot see the distinction between bread, or property, money, and vivid life. They think that property and money are the same thing as vivid life. Only the few, the potential heroes or the ‘elect,’ can see the simple distinction.
These heroes in our time have been the poets and novelists, the imaginative artists of all kinds, who have sought inwardly for the heavenly bread, and have found it in their own vital sensibility…. At the end of his “Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman spoke, for all modern poets. ‘There is that in me,’ he said, ‘I do not know what it is, but I know it is in me.’
‘Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
‘It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan; it is eternal life; it is Happiness.’”
D.H. Lawrence
