“I learned what every dreaming child needs to know — that no horizon is so far that you cannot get above it or beyond it.”
“For a moment of night,” Henry Beston wrote in his exquisite century-old love letter to darkness, “we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in its stream of stars — pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across eternal seas of space and time.”
No one has written more lusciously about that pilgrimage, nor undertaken it with more elemental daring, th...
Published on September 19, 2022 17:46