Wednesday, April 1, 2009
A passage that I found comforting recently:
I am standing on the seashore.
A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand watching her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Someone at my side says: "There! She's gone." Gone where? Gone from my sight-that is all. She is just as large in the mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone", there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "There she comes!"
