The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there–
Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
Wallace Stevens
When you receive an impression of some pleasure,
as with others, watch yourself, not to be carried off by it;
however let it wait upon your business,
and get some delay for yourself.
Next remember both the times,
when you will enjoy the pleasure,
and when having enjoyed it
later you will repent and reproach yourself;
and against these refraining
how much you will be glad and commend yourself.
But if an opportunity appears to you
to engage in the action,
be sure you are not overcome
by its softness and pleasure and attraction;
but set against it, how much better is the awareness
for yourself to have won a victory over it.
So aiming at such great things, remember that
it is not necessary moderately moving to take hold of them,
but to give up some things completely,
and carry over others for the present.
Actions do not disturb people,
but opinions about actions;
for example, death is nothing terrible,
or else it would have appeared so to Socrates also,
but the opinion about death, that it is terrible,
that is what is terrible.
Do not strive for things occurring to occur as you wish,
but wish the things occurring as they occur,
and you will flow well.
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