Thursday, January 23, 2014

Splendour in the grasses

"When the sense of beauty has risen from a pleasant feeling to a passion... the world seems charged with a new vitality; with a splendour which does not belong to it but is poured through it, as light through a coloured window, grace through a sacrament...

In such moods of heightened consciousness each blade of grass seems fierce with meaning, and becomes a well of wondrous light: a "little emerald set in the City of God."

-- Evelyn Underhill

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