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Jan. 7 '39

Read "The Boy in the Wind" - and identified my life with the mood.

How came this troubled one to stray
with fire and song in the wind's way?
He walks in the windy night alone.

This reminds me of last Thursday evening at about 9:30 PM on my way home from Lihue. I suddenly came upon the most peaceful scene at Wailua where the dark reefs rise from the shore and waves. The tide was very low and the reefs were high. Two fisherman stood still with their rods. The sand stretched far into the gray night. A hazy moon shone over a long spotted cloud.

Romantic and beautiful: [[image]]

There is no good and bad, no wrong and right, no absolute beauty, no ugliness. Things are as we are made to see them in the light of our past, of present, and our momentary wishes for the future. Nothing can be named, for naming tears it apart from what it is. The world is grand and glorious with its billions of sensations, all existing as long as we exist, turning, changing, disappearing, reappearing, gladdening those who are free in their hearts and minds from preconceptions, ordered perceptions and conventional utterances of happiness - those who are free of worded lives.