As I feel myself reappearing
    From the profound rapture
    Of the core,
    I question, momentarily,
    The value of returning.

    For an instant
    I am tempted to remain
    In the place of infinite beauty,
    But I begin to think of the interest
    That life in the world holds -
    Music, books, art, people:
    A different kind of pleasure
    Than the other,
    And I let myself rise
    To the surface of consciousness.

    What would happen
    Next time
    If my joy in the world
    Is not quite so strong
    And I yield
    To temptation?

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...