Note: this is not really a poem but the opening lines of a short article by Maria Popova. I found them so beautiful I wanted to reshare them here as poetry! --- Somewhere along the way, in the century of the self, we forgot each other. We forgot this vast and wonder-filled universe, of which we are each but a tiny and transient wonder. We forgot that all creative work — be it music or mathematics, poetry or physics, anything we might call art — is a hand outstretched in the dark, reachin...
