The free man is not alone as busy men are
But as birds are. The free man sings
Alone as universes do. Built
Upon his own inscrutable pattern
Clear, unmistakeable, not invented by himself alone
Or for himself, but for the universe also.
Nor does he make it his business to be recognised,
Or care to have himself found out.
As if some special subterfuge were needed
To get himself known for who he is. …
For the free man’s road has neither beginning or end.