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Unto The Hills

WE are all akin to the solitary tree, braving the storm upon a barren hill; and in every human heart, at some time, echoes the sad cry of drifting gulls, the hunger of desolate places.

And yet none of us, childless or friendless though we may be in the eyes of the world, need ever be alone. For the same life which beats through all living and lonely things beats through us also, giving us breath and being. Not only are we brothers, would we or no, with each other -- with the poorest, dirtiest beggar tramping the white roads, or the darkest savage catching all poetry in the flashing curve of a spear -- but an integral part of the central core of life which moves and directs all things to a predestined end.

What that end may be, we can only dimly imagine; and, with all our so-called learning we are no nearer to solving, this than the sunflower to comprehending the tremendous enigma of the sun. It may well be that we are farther away. For all too often we become enamoured of this fleeting day we call our life, or this little plot we call our land, seeing our own existence as an end in itself, and forgetting that, as the atom to the substance, we are only an infinitesimal part of a Whole whose nature and purpose we have hardly begun to understand. We are born, we live, we die. As the dust, we are blown away on the winds of time-and who knows why or wherefore?

Only we ourselves, when we dare to think about it, will acknowledge that we are nearest to ultimate beauty in those brief moments when we feel and recognise our brotherhood with our fellow-beings of all races and creeds, and our unalterable kinship with the glories of Nature, which belong equally to us all. The open sky and the quiet stars-the swelling moors and lush green meadows which we hold in trust for those who will follow after.

Then, indeed, can we exult in our common heritage, crying, with the voices of prophets, “Open your eyes and look up, you disconsolate and needy of all the earth! For the clouds roll away, and the light of new day quivers upon the calm face of the sea. Let us, therefore, join hands in spirit with the eternal beauty of which we are forever a part, and walk as brothers out of the valley of darkness and despair into the hills of love and light."

Cromarty Firth, Near Dingwall

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