Nature at times adds her own commentary to our actions with a kind of somber and considered eloquence, as though she were bidding us reflect.

“Love each other dearly always. There is scarcely anything else in the world but…”

“The infinite exists. It is there. If the infinite had no me, the me would be it…”

“And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is …”

“The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, an…”