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!