"[...]provided that it informs some daily action. My will won again today. Horizons are wonderful. S-- told me that Lionel invited him into his Oxford rooms one evening at sunset and led him to a seat from which nothing lower than the horizon was to be seen. "There," he said, "nothing matters that is below that line." You see he knew that our souls in their beauty are always above it. August 3. To watch a grass-blade tapping will teach you wonderful music-the language of the wind. The sunlight running through my flesh in[...]".