"To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity." -FN

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
His gifted ken can see
Phantoms of sublimity.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua"