 
"A fire-mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jelly-fish and a saurian, And caves where the cave-men dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod,— Some call it Evolution, And others call it God." "Like tides on a crescent sea-beach, When the moon is new and thin, Into our hearts high yearnings Come welling and surging in,— Come from the mystic ocean Whose rim no foot has trod,— Some of us call it Longing, And others call it God." —W.H. Carruth. DYNAMIC THOUGHT |
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