Things in which I hear the greater voice of the universe speaking although not in words:
Sweet peas Morning sunlight falling on a wall Lambing on a dark starry night in Wales A rainbow once in Todmorden The sea lapping on sand The vast space on the beach at Hunstanton A wild sea On Waterloo Bridge
Things where I’d expect to hear this greater voice but don’t, only aesthetic satisfaction which is lovely but different:
On the moors
Music
Art
Beautiful women
Primroses
Sex
I’d think this was all nonsense except in every age people have felt a presence that cannot be trapped in molecules and chromosome, gives us a feeling of extreme significance and induces the greatest pleasure we can know. The Bible calls it Wisdom, the Greeks the Logos, the ancient Chinese the Tao, Hindus Dharma, the Egyptians Maat, the Medievals Dame Nature. Every age has had a term for it but our own so I call it the greater voice of the universe.
