![]() ![]() ![]() I know that nothing is destructible things merely change forms. The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. Somebody else may have my rapturous glance at the archangels. However, I would not, by word or deed, attempt to deprive another of the consolation it affords. It seems to me that organized creeds are collections of words around a wish. The ever-sleepless sea in its bed, crying out “how long?” to Time million-formed and never motionless flame the contemplation of these two aspects alone, affords me sufficient food for ten spans of my expected lifetime. Life, as it is, does not frighten me, since I have made my peace with the universe as I find it, and bow to its laws. I accept the challenge of responsibility. “Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. ![]()
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