From Twentieth Century Musings: The Song of Man

Little by little, we grow. And in the hearing of this growth our being participates in joy. But to the outward man the waves are unstable. One moment they are dancing, another they are churning, or raging. The dance honors the depths within. The other moods seem to have no relation to anything but their own striving. A decision for a larger reality means phasing in with the growth, helping the dance. A decision for one's bailiwick alone means, strife, separation, discord.