There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.

Mind is locked in matter like the spirit Ariel in a cloven pine. Like Ariel, men struggle to escape the drag of the matter they inhabit, yet it is the spirit that they fear.

Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange intuitions of a higher self whose rationale he doubts and does not understand.

In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile

Each man deciphers from the ancient alphabets of nature only those secrets that his own deeps possess the power to endow with meaning.