Mary Oliver’s poem, “Swans” (which you can read in full here) ends……
What we love, shapely and pure,
is not to be held,
but to be believed in.
Does that resonate with you? “Not to be held, but to be believed in”? That has echoes for me of the “witnessing not measuring” I woke with the other day. It speaks to the subjective world of values over the objective world of things which can be possessed.
Heroes Not Zombies 
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