Then we will go farther. Eternally farther. As with life. Living life into the remotest distances only to recognize unceasing farther obligations. There will always be more to do than ever has been done. There will always be more life coming than ever has arrived. There will always be more love needed than ever can be expressed. To fear that love may love too much is to fear that life may live too much. Love is the law of life. To fear love is to fear life. Loving is the only life because living together is the only life. Because being together is inevitable. Oceans and hills and people: being together. Rain and the seed and the soil: being together. Black and white and red: being together. A man, a woman, child: being together. Love is being together. The lake, the house on the shore, the hermit: being together. Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow: being together. Love gets the obstructions out of the way of life. Gives living time for life. Gets the wars out of the way. Gets the poverties and the properties out of the way. Gives the harvest a chance to mature. Makes the ascent possible. Clears the way for the pauseless procession. For all forever. Loving is the only life. I am just a feeler sent out ahead maybe to try the earth for new days: I am just a leaf of grass sent up early through the soil to see if the others could live if they followed: I am just a man who sticks his head out at the front door to see for the folks how cold the night is: I am just a migrate due from the south when the spring breaks: I am just a light thrown on a puzzling pathway to give the rest a chance to travel without stumbling too often: I am just that: given a little room, a narrow margin, in which to play this simple part: Willing, when called, when my term is spent, to have my credit cancelled: I, who, borrowing myself, signing for myself, cheerfully pay my note: Why shouldn't I give all back, and more? KEEP YOUR FACE TO THE SUN