There Still Is Some Opposition To It

We All Move On The Fringes Of Eternity And Are Sometimes Granted Vistas Through Fabric Of Illusion.

We Were In The Shadow Of The Mountains, The Light Was Cool And Quiet And No Wind Was Stirring. The Aspen Trunks Were Slightly Greenish And The Leaves Were A Vibrant Yellow.

It Is All Very Beautiful And Magical Here - A Quality Which Cannot Be Described. You Have To Live It And Breathe It, Let The Sun Bake Into You.

Yosemite Valley, To Me, Is Always A Sunrise, A Glitter Of Green And Golden Wonder In A Vast Edifice Of Stone And Space.

As The Fisherman Depends Upon The Rivers, Lakes And Seas And The Farmer Upon The Land For His Existence, So Does Mankind In General Depend Upon The Beauty Of The World About Him For His Spiritual And Emotional Existence.