Across
the river from me lies Long Island, a preserve of ancient ones and beyond that
a small mountain. Regularly the sun
breaks behind me and suddenly the island is golden green, haloed, divine. It gives me a wonderful sense of my meaning,
it declares Omnipotence, the soft understanding of how utterly limited man is
but how secure he is in Total Authority.
This is underscored by the complete silence of it all, not a note, a cord,
The Symphony Silent, that almost always encompasses the awareness of I AM.
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