Straight to the utmost crown of night he flew.
The nothingness was a nakedness, a point Beyond which thought could not progress as thought.
He had to choose. But it was not a choice
Between excluding things. It was not a choice Between, but of. He chose to include the things
That in each other are included, the whole,
The complicate, the amassing harmony.

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942) - It Must Give Pleasure