POET replies: Is fashion a spirit? Does vanity know the chasms of soul?
writer whines: You, self serving, aggrandizer are final judgement?
POET replies: Can leaf know tree? To rail with gust of wind is the province of comedy and drama. Has a speck ever envisioned a vast horizon? Does even a star shine in the vacuums of the cosmos? Dear poor writer, keep to jottings and fickle weathers and not worry yourself on any numina or contemplations.