by Ernest L. Norman

And thus my life my thought my mind become a house of glass

And basking there beneath the warm effulgent ray,
from this the great eternal sun of suns

Become so warmed and made refreshed that life eternal there is born within

And growing high upon its stock of new found courage
and the purpose of all things

I’ll reach my tentacled fingers of thought into the very Mind of God.

Excerpt from Infinite Contact (1st Edition)