MILORD THE WEATHER 



battle. No man could ever believe in Joshua's cos- 

 mic feat as deeply as I believed in my early morning 

 of the world. 



On a day such as this, one has a sense of absolute 

 intimacy with the universe; not the catch-phrase 

 " oneness " with which certain forms of belief are 

 sustained — nebulous, inarticulate mottoes, but 

 something much nearer reality and definiteness. The 

 earth and the sea and the sky and myself were shut 

 safely together within four walls compounded of 

 time and space. There were winds in the outside fu- 

 ture, raging hurricanes, bitter chill, suffocating heat 

 and the strife of fish and beast for food and mates 

 — these would be going on sometime, but wholly 

 outside a present something real and tangible. For 

 once it was a world of absolute peace and rest, and 

 my mind felt comfortable and at home. For once 

 the need of clothing, the protection of human walls 

 and roof were absent, and I stood alone on the 

 middle of the top of my young Mother Earth and 

 we both liked it exceedingly. 



Yesterday I saw the official account of my day: 

 Temperature, maximum 87.8, minimum 74.0; Sun- 

 shine, 10 hours, 10 minutes; Rain, trace; and I was 

 pleased that my day would go down in the archives 

 of meteorology as eminently satisfactory! 



Since the first apeman learned to say to himself 

 " I am I " he began to be articulate about the 

 weather : the rising of the warm, life-giving sun and 

 the devastating paths of hurricanes and lightning 

 must have been the principal topics of interest in 



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