"They never live. They are like the sheep in the fields, that have their noses to the ground, and anticipate only the thrill of increase."
-- D.H. Lawrence
Petty little personal salvation, petty morality instead of cosmic splendour, we have lost the sun and the planets, and the Lord with the seven stars of the Bear in his right hand.
Poor, paltry, creeping little world we live in, even the keys of death and Hades are lost. How shut in we are! All we can do, with our brotherly love, is to shut one another in.
