The Floating Vapour Is Just As True

If I Were To Name The Three Most Precious Resources Of Life, I Should Say Books, Friends, And Nature.

Mounting Toward The Upland Again, I Pause Reverently, As The Hush And Stillness Of Twilight Come Upon The Woods. It Is The Sweetest, Ripest Hour Of The Day. And As The Hermit's Evening Hymn Goes Up From The Deep Solitude Below Me, I Experience That Serene Exaltation Of Sentiment Of Which Music, Literature, And Religion Are But The Faint Types And Symbols.

Basically [united States And France] Said "we Will Use Nuclear Weapons Whenever It Suits Our Purposes To Do So." So This Expansion Of Doctrines Regarding Possible Use Of Nuclear Weapons Makes Them More, You Know, Sort Of, Salient And Important And So It's Increasing The Perceived Political Value Of Nuclear Weapons And Therefore Causing Or Contributing To Possible Proliferation.

Now Is The Time Of The Illuminated Woods ... When Every Leaf Glows Like A Tiny Lamp.

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.