A few weeks back, though the feeling is as present to me as the chair I sit on, my mind and heart seemed to stumble upon the same wavelength of mutual understanding; a moderately rare occurrence as their natural state seems to be one of discussion and deliberation. One blessing followed another as this concurrence of my soul was given a voice early this morning by the words of William Hazlit, Victor Shklovsky, and Percy Shelley. This type of experience, "penetrates the hard shell of habit to reimmerse us in the depths of experience, refining the sense of beauty to agony, making the stone more stony, creating anew the universe, after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration."
In short, reality became more real; a lonely and unlikely phenomenon if not accompanied by the usual concomitants of gratitude and love. This morning I endeavor to express why I love religion.
Wonder
To see the tide of human souls
Tide with which I yearn to flow
Stark honesty rare; does not appear
Yet effort and ally motive conquer
Back again to radiant parentage
Life's Fountain creates, emancipates
No beauty has the world seen
Like these souls who swim upstream
