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Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his finitiy, - the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of the storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heaven's artillery, - but the most tremendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence. All movement ceases, the sky clears, the heavens are as brass... Strange thoughts arise unsummoned, and the mystery of all things strives for utterance. And the fear of death, of God, of the universe comes over him, - the hope of the Resurrection and the Life, the yearning for immortality, the vain striving of imprisoned essence, - it is then, if ever, man walks alone with God.
"The White Silence"
- Jack London
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