We love quiet...When the woods are rustled by the wind, we fear not, for after all, the wind is the voice of the Creator.
...his insistence that the spheres really had their music; but his denial of the preacher's right to tell him how he must listen...
Big Book pg. 10
I felt lifted up, as though the great clean wind of a mountain top blew through and through. God comes to most men gradually, but His impact on me was sudden and profound.
Big Book pg. 14
...we had to fearlessly face the proposition that either God is everything or else He is nothing.
Big Book pg. 53
Great Mystery may I remember to listen to your voice in the wind!