But night would come and with it the mountain moon and the lake would be moon - laned and I'd go out and sit in the grass and meditate facing west, wishing there were a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.

After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

and the stars were icicles of mockery

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

Something good will come out of all things yet — And it will be golden and eternal just like that.

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.