The tiniest grain of sand upon the shore,
the humblest flower in the field and the single dewdrop
are as wonderful as the highest cliff,
the mightiest tree or the fiercest storm.
Back of them all is the irresistible urge of the Universal Impulse.
Yesterday there was a storm. The clouds gathered,
the wind raged and hurled everything before it,
but I could not think of the storm apart from myself.
It spoke to me only of the immensity and vastness
of the whole of which I am a part.

--VAN DEARING PERRINE (1865 - 1955)

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[Painting:  Thomas Cole from A Sense of Place]