A false vision was better than none.
By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.
A sickness ... defines margins, crystallizes the shape of things.
Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!
The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.
Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will.