From what I can tell, 'do not pry into things too lofty for you' refers to attempts to philosophically understand the nature of God. The thought that arises is that when you make a seal (as when a signet ring is pressed in wax) you get an image of the seal, which may be very clear and identifiable, but as far as the ring is concerned, you do not know the nature of the ring without seeing the ring itself. And so it is with God.

One of the most basic things to do is turn time into heat. Microwaves happen to be one of the more precise methods of doing this.

I think a doctor, that is, a physician, has two chief characteristics. The first is that he wields the sword (scalpel.) The second is that he does so gently. If the use of knowledge and medicine is his science, then his art is to properly consider his patient's weakness and deliver no bitter pills. Thus, 'do no harm.' (Or, 'you'll feel just a little bit of pressure...')

A short oration in four septrains.

I want to write
A thousand-man militia
Of spirit and swords
In endless fight, in endless fight
As atomic inertia
Full music and words
Of charging smite!

I want to write
A great starry host
Of skiffs and schooners
Anon to alight, anon to alight
With bright-proud post
Cannon-blast crooners
In fearsome smoky sight!

I want to write
A sky-free airship
Pure sound by stick
Careless kite, careless kite
Whose mere slip
Shout-shook quick
quiver-dread at night!

I want to write
A red rocket-bomb
Searing salt wake
Breaking the night, breaking the night
In bellow-loud gong
Of wonder and yellowcake
Beauty, truth and light.

It seems that procrastination drives late bedtimes, which tire us out if we must rise early, and give rise to weariness and a desire to let our mind wander freely, and then our senses, and I think this is a way of 'having a carnal mind'.

I think to some great extent, the fleeing from home that is done by the young is precipitated by the notion that what is old is passing away; this is confirmed, perhaps, when later the old way of life does die out. Barring a dearth of resources, the old way dies out because the young leave and for little other reason. Wendell Berry has warned that how we are telling the story of our lives is often the sole determiner of whether the young believe that what is old is passing away.

Long forms are criticized for being tedious and artificial, but short forms for being factoidal and impulsive. But this is, I think, nonsense. The worst short form is either fragmented or sensational, and the worst long form is erudite and merely complex. The best of each though is something redoubtable; it takes the right words in the right order and a clear thought to put it in 140 characters, and it likewise takes strategic thinking to properly structure, layer and execute a long work. The short form then becomes 'pithy' and 'concise', and the long 'engrossing' and 'expansive' - the short is not cramping but efficient, and the long not ponderous but opening within to a world inside a world.

The only possible way it seems to 'have your cake and eat it too' is neither to want it nor to want to eat it. A devotion to God must come first, and after this, we still cannot control or know what we will receive; and I think this is why this answer is largely unsatisfying.

I believe that navel-gazing is appropriate, nay -- necessary if you're cleaning out your navel.

As regards love, I do not believe heartbreak is uncertain. It is not a matter of whether our heart breaks or not, but why it does. Grapes do not make wine until they are crushed.