Solemny myselves ask "life, the question how do i drink dream smile and how do i prefer this face to another and why do i weep eat sleep" (...)  
    if you like and i like, for the reason that i hate people and i lean out of this window is love, love
    and the reason that i laugh and breathe is love and the reason that i do not fall into this street is love.
    E. E. Cummings, Is 5, 1926