There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man.

Eyes blinded by the fog of things cannot see truth. Ears deafened by the din of things cannot hear truth. Brains bewildered by the whirl of things cannot think truth. Hearts deadened by the weight of things cannot feel truth. Throats choked by the dust of things cannot speak truth.

…I never understood until the past months why the Master so often withdrew alone into the wilderness. There is not only food and medicine for one’s body there is also healing for the heart and strength for the soul in nature. One gets very close to God…in these temples of God’s own building.

Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real... He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool, by the mad mob who, having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand.