Spring into Summer, always changing, always circling

"When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
     And when we escape turning like squirrels in the cages of our personalities,
And get into the forests again,
     We shall shiver with cold and fright.
But things will happen to us,
  So that we don't know ourselves;
Cool, undying life will rush in,
    And passion will make our bodies taut with power.
We shall stamp our feet with new power,
    And old things will fall down.
We shall laugh,
      And institutions will curl up
                  Like burnt paper."
       - D.H. Lawrence