We Think By Feeling. What Is There

The Darkness Has It's Own Light.

A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You. It Will Come Again. Be Still. Wait.

All Finite Things Reveal Infinitude: The Mountain With Its Singular Bright Shade Like The Blue Shine On Freshly Frozen Snow, The After-light Upon Ice-burdened Pines; Odor Of Basswood Upon A Mountain Slope, A Scene Beloved Of Bees; Silence Of Water Above A Sunken Tree: The Pure Serene Of Memory Of One Man,- A Ripple Widening From A Single Stone Winding Around The Waters Of The World.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

And I Rejoiced In Being What I Was.