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Most of the travellers I see from my field are like the 

 people I commonly meet — so intent upon their destination 

 that they take no joy of the road they travel. They do not 

 even see me here in the fields ; and if they did, they would 

 probably think me a slow and unprofitable person. I have 

 nothing that they can carry away and store up in barns, 

 or reduce to percentages, or calculate as profit and loss; 

 they do not perceive what a wonderful place this is ; they 

 do not know that here, too, we gather a crop of content- 

 ment. 



I had eyes, but I did not see — and ears, but I heard 

 not. It may be, it MAY be, that the Future Life of which 

 we have had such confusing but wistful prophecies is only 

 the reliving with a full understanding of this marvellous 

 .^*J] Life that we now know. To a full understanding this day, 



this moment even — here in this quiet room — would con- 

 tain enough to crowd an eternity. Oh, we are children 

 yet — playing with things much too large for us — much 

 too full of meaning. — David Grayson, in "Adventures in 

 Friendship." 



