We have lost the power even of imagining what the ancient idealization of poverty could have meant: the liberation from material attachments, the unbribed soul, the manlier indifference, the paying our way by what we are and not by what we have, the right to fling away our life at any moment irresponsibly - the more athletic trim, in short, the moral fighting shape.
If my head holds one thought wise and clear, it's You. Poor as I am, what I hold dear is You. No matter how I see myself, I'm nothing. . . Anything I am entirely is You!