When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,and when we escape like squirrelsturning in the cages of our personalityand get into the forests again,we shall shiver with cold and frightbut things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves.Cool unlying life will rush in,and passion will make our bodies taut with power,we shall stamp our feet with new powerand old things will fall down.
We shall laugh,and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.
~ DH Lawrence