“It's a matter of seeing the original meaning of all things.  The world is full of all kinds of meanings. But our minds are so fettered by the lies and falsehoods they make for themselves, that they cannot see the beauty, goodness, or truth of those meanings.  Only a mind that has become free can see such things, and that seeing is also a making.  Because what exists, if no one can see it, might just as well not exist at all, but if seeing comes, nonbeing is turned into utter being.  Originally a poem is something seen, and although we don't say that we see a poem but that we make it, that is what is meant.”