Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

Over the river a golden ray of sun came through the hosts of leaden rain clouds.

A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.

He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.