I remember walking at night with a good fellow by the side of
a transparent sea; nothing was heard but the eternal murmur of
the restless waters on the pebbles; a full moon was making a
path of heavenly splendor across the waves. It was a night of
supernatural beauty--a night in whose silence all the voices of
the universe were speaking to the soul. His complaint was that
there was no band. (Text.)
(1634)
=Insignificance=--See RESOURCES, GOD’S.