Off in the nether lands, I heard a sound

Like the beating of heavenly wings

And deep in my brain, I can hear a refrain

Of my soul as she rises and sings

Anthems to glory and anthems to love

And hymns filled with earthly delight

Like the songs that the darkness composes to worship the light

Dan Fogelberg, from Nether Lands

Having lunch in a field one day, I troubled an ant with a question. I asked of him humbly, “Have you ever been to Paris?” And he replied, “No, but I wouldn’t mind going.” And then he asked me if I had ever been to a famous ant city. And I regretted that I hadn’t, and was quick to add, “I wouldn’t mind, too!”

This led to a conclusion: There is life that we do not know of. How aware are we of all consciousness in this universe?

Meister Eckhart, a 13th-14th century Catholic monk and mystic

“Every object, every creature, every man, woman and child has a soul and it is the destiny of all,

To see as God sees, to know as God knows, to feel as God feels, to Be as God Is.”

Meister Eckhart, 13th-14th century Catholic monk and mystic

“If He let go of my hand, I would weep so loudly, I would petition with all my might, I would cause so much trouble that I bet God would come to His (sic) senses and never do that again.”

Meister Eckhart, 13th-14th century Catholic mystic

“What a cruel act to be untruthful. Earthquakes happen in the heart that hears sounds that are amiss.

There are fields in the soul—lush organic meadows, though sounds and words that fall there can be, at times, a poison.

A plague is spread by one who cannot tell the truth.”