Standing on Popocatepetl we have seen a sea of
clouds below, white as the light of transfiguration, tossed into waves
a mile high by the touch of the sunbeam. Creative ordering was
observed in actual process. It is done under our eyes to show us how
easy it is. Would it be any less glorious if there were no
Popocatepetl? A thrush among vines outside is just now showing us how
easy it is to create an ecstasy of music out of silence. She has only
to open her mouth and the innate aptitudes of air rush in to actualize
her creative wish. Not only is it easy for the bird, but she is even
provoked to this love and good works by the creation of a rainbow on
the retreating blackness of a storm yonder. Thunder is the sub-bass
nature furnishes her, and thus invites her to add the complementary
notes.
Some one may think that all this tenuity is as vaporous as the stuff
that dreams are made of, and call for solid rocks for foundations.
Perhaps we may so call while we have material bodies of two hundred
pounds' weight. Yet even these bodies are delicate enough to be
valuable to us solely because they have the utmost chemical stability.
We are burning up their substance with every breath in order to have
delicacy of feeling and thought. What were a wooden body worth?
Substances are valuable to us according to their fineness and facility
of change.
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