My wife has a USA post office poster with a quote from the poem "Crannied
Wall" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. This poem summarizes how I believe the whole
of reality hangs together. Moorad
"Flower in the Crannied Wall"
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -- but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
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