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ferineA Net of Stars spread in sympathy...
(from page297):
"That in sleep," continued Minks, encouraged, "the spirit knows a far more concentrated life -- dips down into the deep sea of being -- our waking life merely the froth upon the shore."
"Our daily life -- even the most ordinary -- is immensely haunted, girdled about with a wonder of incredible things. There are hints everywhere today, though few can read the enormous script complete. Here and there one reads a letter or a word, that's all. Yet the best minds refuse to know the language, not even the ABC of it; they read another language altogether --"
"The best minds!" repeated Rogers. "What d'you mean by that?"
"The scientific and philosophical minds, sir. They think it's not worth learning, this language. That's the pity of it -- ah, the great pity of it!" And he looked both eager and resentful -- his expression almost pathetic. He turned half beseechingly to his employer, as though he might alter the sad state of things. "As with an iceberg, Mr. Rogers," he added, "the greater part of everything -- of ourselves especially -- is invisible; we merely know the detail banked against an important grand Unseen."
"Faith," said Minks, with a decision of renewed conviction, "which is really nothing but unconscious knowledge -- knowledge unremembered."
(from p. 306):
"When you understand, you bring everything into yourself, small as a toy. It is size that bewilders. Men make size. Fairy things, like stars and tenderness, are always small."
"Besides," she laughed, half closing her brilliant eyes and peering at him mischievously, "I like everything so tiny that you can find it inside a shell. That makes it possible to do big things."
This book has changed my core trails of viewing the world and those in it. It's also opened myself to my own power and goodness, things I had struggled with accepting for a majority of my life.
(from page297):
"That in sleep," continued Minks, encouraged, "the spirit knows a far more concentrated life -- dips down into the deep sea of being -- our waking life merely the froth upon the shore."
"Our daily life -- even the most ordinary -- is immensely haunted, girdled about with a wonder of incredible things. There are hints everywhere today, though few can read the enormous script complete. Here and there one reads a letter or a word, that's all. Yet the best minds refuse to know the language, not even the ABC of it; they read another language altogether --"
"The best minds!" repeated Rogers. "What d'you mean by that?"
"The scientific and philosophical minds, sir. They think it's not worth learning, this language. That's the pity of it -- ah, the great pity of it!" And he looked both eager and resentful -- his expression almost pathetic. He turned half beseechingly to his employer, as though he might alter the sad state of things. "As with an iceberg, Mr. Rogers," he added, "the greater part of everything -- of ourselves especially -- is invisible; we merely know the detail banked against an important grand Unseen."
"Faith," said Minks, with a decision of renewed conviction, "which is really nothing but unconscious knowledge -- knowledge unremembered."
(from p. 306):
"When you understand, you bring everything into yourself, small as a toy. It is size that bewilders. Men make size. Fairy things, like stars and tenderness, are always small."
"Besides," she laughed, half closing her brilliant eyes and peering at him mischievously, "I like everything so tiny that you can find it inside a shell. That makes it possible to do big things."
This book has changed my core trails of viewing the world and those in it. It's also opened myself to my own power and goodness, things I had struggled with accepting for a majority of my life.
