Life is like the tide


Music: Up the beach by Jane’s Addiction

XCVII
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
and then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
would be a daily thing
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
for fear to be a king.

Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems, 1924. (Part one: Life)

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