"And we might, in our lives, have many thresholds, many houses to walk out from and view the stars, or turn and go back to for warmth and company. But the real one - the actual house not of beams and nails but of existence itself - is all of earth, with no door, no address separate from oceans or stars, or from pleasure or wretchedness either, or hope, or weakness, or greed."
Mary Oliver 'Long Life: Essays and Other Writings'