The art is not contained in the artist, nor the poems in the poet. In the same way, although you can know something of both your motives and their hidden counter-motives and can by conjurations exert some effects on their ongoing intercourse, where it is matter of your destiny, of the words you are the enunciation of in Time's chorus, all must remain dark. And yet all of this can come to transparence too, but not by any urging of yours, or within your knowing. What sees is not the seer but the seeing.