Paracelsus In Excelsis

"Being no longer human why should I Pretend humanity or don the frail attire? Men have I known, and men, but never one Was grown so free an essence, or become So simply element as what I am. The mist goes from the mirror and I see! Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath-- Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace, And we, that are grown formless, rise above-- Fluids intangible that have been men, We seem as statues round whose high-risen base Some overflowing river is run mad, In us alone the element of calm!"