The Dependence

In the realm of relativity, even Happiness

exists. But they err

who seek her in the land of the Absolute.

In the realm of relativity, all is well;

an entire day may become satisfactory.

From early morning, the Influences are enchanters.

Goodness hovers by with all her feathers manifest.

How small a thing suffices to form such feeling!

Behold, two good coincidences, completely unexpected.

A philanthropic disposition that goes into action.

A change of the Wind. An inconceivable improvement

of a known Evil. And behold, the sum at once

of happy Hours, of a happy Total.

How easy the course prescribed for us.

Tierce, Sexte, Nones, Benedicite, Vespers,

Compline, and Tenebrae. Yet all are compounded

of wills not our own. Who is this that plays

with our innermost concerns? Who mocks us

with the fancy that we are the creators

of our own dispositions? Or perhaps this day

of Beautiful and that day of Contrary Weather

comes from an unseen wisdom? In the realm of relativity

Good Hours exist. In the realm of relativity

Happy Days exist. In the realm of relativity

a Full Life exists. But all depend on

and are placed in order by the attractions and repulsions of

a Mighty Element.