The Song of God, sounding on forever. So pure and sure and universal in harmony, it matters not where we are, where we strike in on the wild lowland plains. We care not to go to the mountians, and on the mountains we care not to go to the plains. But as soon as we are absorbed in the harmony, plain, mountain, calm, storm, lilies, and sequoias, forests and meads are only different strands of many-colored Light-are one in the sunbeam.
-John of the Mountains – Pg. 92
–www.westyellowstonenet.com/getting_here/glacier_national_park.php
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