But such a tiny and trivial thing as an umbrella can deprive you of the sight of such a stupendous fact as the sun. – Meher Baba
A mind that is fast is sick. A mind that is slow is sound. A mind that is still is divine. – Meher Baba
Vision may sometimes sleep in the sun, while it wakens to widest revelation in utter darkness. Thus I am rapt in a trance-like acceptance of opening cavernous depths, crypts of decyphered gloom, yielding hollows of velvet obscurity that go down, down to the roots of things. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne