A finite image of Infinity:
This is the nature of all poetry.
all human work to its last limit tends;
Its archetype in Heaven never ends.
What is the sense of Beauty and of Art?
To show the way into our inmost Heart.
The singing of a bird came from the sky;
The world had been a dream; the song was I.
Frithjof Schuon, The Garland (1994)