...through the silence something throbs, and gleams...

 

...through the silence something throbs, and gleams...
“Night poured over the desert.
It came suddenly, in purple.
In the clear air, the stars drilled down out of the sky,
reminding any thoughtful watcher that it is in the deserts
and high places that religions are generated.
When men see nothing but bottomless infinity over their heads
they have always had a driving and desperate urge to find someone
to put in the way.”
“I have always loved the desert.
One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing.
Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...”