I believe in the world like I believe in a marigold,
Because I see it. But I don’t think about it
Because to think is not to understand …
The world wasn’t made for us to think about
But for us to look at and agree with …
I don’t have a philosophy: I have senses …
If I talk about Nature, it’s not because I know what it is,
But because I love it, and the reason I love it
Is because when you love you never know what you love,
Or why you love, or what loving is …
Loving is eternal innocence,
And the only innocence is not thinking …
Alberto Caeiro
From The Collected Poems of ...
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