no wonder...

To overwhelm by rightness, to do something peculiarly difficult to such a perfect pitch that we catch the universe, understand it, ride it, and live. Think of the discrepancy, now, between this overweening impulse and the role given in society to poets. No wonder they sometimes act humble, like versemakers, and sometimes act godlike, like criminals!

                 – from William Stafford, The Answers
                          Are Inside the Mountains

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