This post made me think about early poet Bradstreet and her exploration of earthly and heavenly matters (the Flesh and the Spirit).
Am I to be deceived then by one or the other of what must befall me?
We are curious creatures indeed; both in the sense of beings that have curiosity as part of their wiring and as beings that do curious/peculiar things that may amuse some inhabitant from, say, planet gold.
We live speculative existences that end up issuing more questions than answers.
It seems to be the poet's job to explore these meanings, and in the poetic reasoning put them out for all to see...