To California 
winds came from, nor where they were going. 
And now in this Golden Age, though we Gen- 
tiles know the birthplace of many a wind and 
also “whither it is going,” yet we know about 
as little of winds in general as those Palestinian 
Jews, and our ignorance, despite the powers of 
science, can never be much less profound than 
it is at present. 
The substance of the winds is too thin for 
human eyes, their written language is too diffi- 
cult for human minds, and their spoken lan- 
guage mostly too faint for the ears. A mechan- 
ism is said to have been invented whereby the 
human organs of speech are made to write 
their own utterances. But without any extra 
mechanical contrivance, every speaker also 
writes as he speaks. All things in the creation 
of God register their own acts. The poet was 
mistaken when he said, “From the wing no scar 
the sky sustains.” His eyes were simply too 
dim to see the scar. In sailing past Cuba I 
could see a fringe of foam along the coast, but 
could hear no sound of waves, simply because 
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