Emily Dickinson pretty much summed it up here:
I never saw a Moor —
I never saw the Sea —
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven —
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given —
No, I do not believe in god, or in Heaven, but I don't think she does either, at least in this way.
A beautiful poem. And that is why poets are an inch closer to God and they reach where ordinary ones think inaccessible.Originally Posted by JBI
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
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