Ever walked through the whispering woods of timelessness and lay out before the sun and all of heaven alone?

Ever did you look to the stars in the spring night and recognize your smallness in the heavens? Ever did you walk into destiny as a hero or heroine, and the ground beneath you seem miles downward? Ever watch the fireflies dance around an oaktree at twilight? Ever pick fruit straight from a tree and sit in the shade to admire it's glory as you ate from it? Ever float down a river and let the currents carry you down stream as you dreamed of love? And have you ever been visited by the glorious creator in a dream and bowed down by instinct? If you have done these things, you have seen glory of what is, and you have dared dream of the glory which is to come.