I know a place, to hold an extra layer of paint on the horizon. When the heart holds this place, it stands like iron by the bay. The waters of the shores crash around it, yet they overcome it not. This place is a heart held firm in the rainbow of the clouds at dusk. It is the heart which carries itself as the lamp under the beams of the rainy moon. For such a heart carries this wisdom; that happiness is the immaculate virtues, they are those that abide in such a heart. It does not hold itself captive to the things of wealth, nor does it sing boldly for the glories of the world. Pride is the air of the dust, accomplishments are golden, yet they are poison when they are without virtue. The powers of the world last but an hour then they sink deeply into nothing. For they are the chaff of the wind which burns like the fire of these eight mountains over the ground. Temporal things are loved yet they are not the groundwork of the human heart. They are but the staff which breaks quickly, and their power is in the inspiration they bestow upon the inner functions of our humanity. Let instead the heart drift upward and put love within yourself highly like the ocean of the sky. Then balance courage with mercy, faith with clarity, humility with confidence, and temperance with congeniality. Be strong yet delicate, and let the beam of love’s compassion stand ever upward and towards things divine. And the world will rain its glory down, and it will put itself under your wings. These glories, and the joyful lights of our forevers, are only in us by the strength of our hearts in grace, and in the passions by which they abide. For virtue is the light of the circles, and the heart is the dust of the sun. Standing here together in the waters, as an image one and deeply total, for this is ours, the heart which is purely there among us.