Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul:
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things. I would say that this passage of this poem perhaps hints of immortality about becoming "a living soul" and "seeing into the life of things" suggesting that a living soul can never die and what we see in the life of things is something which never dies as long as there is organic life.
DGJ are all reasonable ways to improve our social society to me.
In John Steinbeck's short story The Chrysanthemums, he describes the Salinas Valley shrouded in fog with the tops of the mountains not visible so he calls this a "closed pot". Maybe this is related to Elisa when she gets the travelling knife sharpener/pot repairer man to fix some dents in her pots. She obviously finds these for him to fix so as not to disappoint him and out of compassion for him finding it hard to get some business that day.
