ponder

“A single vision would have come to him again and again, a vision of a boat drifting down a broad river between high hills where there were caves and towers, and following the light of one Star; and that voices would have told him how there is for every man some one scene, some one adventure, some one picture that is the image of his secret life,  … and that this one image … would lead his soul, disentangled from unmeaning circumstance and the ebb and flow of the world, into that far household, where the undying gods await all whose souls have became simple as flame …”

~W.B. Yeats, “The Philosophy of Shelley’s Poetry,” W.B. Yeats: The Major Works