This is why poetic images are imaginings in a distinctive sense:
not mere fancies and illusions but imaginings that are visible
inclusions of the alien in the sight of the familiar.
Mankind does not move forward synchronously,
it stops and starts and goes off in different directions.
And only when scientific discoveries occur in the
course of technological development is there a
corresponding leap in man's moral development.
When the Man waked up he said,
'What is Wild Dog doing here?'
And the Woman said,
'His name is not Wild Dog any more,
but the First Friend,
because he will be our friend
for always and always and always.'