Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight?
An absolute Self--an element ungrounded--
All, that we see, all colours of all shade
By encroach of darkness made?--
Is very life by consciousness unbounded?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death?
I like these words from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s What is Life? around 1805. Rather than secondary, ornamental, or aesthetic renderings of writing; metaphor, symbol, and story may be first order forms of discourse that need to be taken seriously as we seek to understand God, ourselves, and the world. Poetry, for example, may be a fuller expression of truth than mathematical formulations and imagination may prove a reliable guide to discovering the real over the unreal.