For I have an affinity for tinkering with it and in my head I paint a picture:

I like a tiger graceful in the morning light wander where the tall grasses wave.

My first line of a story still in the making. perhaps it will bloom into something extraordinarily beautiful like the hymn of William Blakes, an ode to pure being, the one of triumphant human awareness, you know the one…

Tyger tyger burning bright,
in the forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye,
could frame thy perfect symmetry… -Wlliam Blake