Will you ever bring a better gift for the worldthan the breathing respect that you carrywherever you go right now?

A great snug wall goes around everything,has always been there, will alwaysremain. It is a good world to belost in. It comforts you. It isall right. And you sleep.

. . . You were aimed from birth:you will never be alone. Rainwill come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,long aisles -- you never heard so deep a sound,moss on rock, and years. You turn your head --that's what the silence meant: you're not alone. The whole wide world pours down.

The world speaks everything to us.It is our only friend.

So, the world happens twice --once what we see it as;second it legends itselfdeep, the way it is.

If you have things right in your lifebut do not know why,you are just lucky, and you will not movein the little ways that encourage good fortune.