The human heart in its thoughts searches for the ineffable. The paths of the world are tangled with deception. Peace is not here with us. In the crying of the wind there is a call for justice. Perfect justice is not in the world, and so the heart must at times look elsewhere. The heart must be there and also here, beyond the world yet also within it. Imagine that the oceans were floating with the stars of heaven above you. Imagine the depths and the mystery of both. Think of forever and try to put your measure towards it, like a child who first studies the full picture of the moonlight on the rocky beach by the sand. There are more pictures beyond you then all the grains of dust upon the earth.