Its a test of ones patience when we are unable through no fault of our own, to work at what we are glad to do. It is also a lesson to be busy doing another thing we can do. The following is from Albert Einstein; `The finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment and lives in a state of fear, is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable ror us really exists and manifests itself as the highest wisdom and most radiant beauty, whose gross forms are intelligable to our poor facilities - this knowledge, this feeling.. That is the core of the true religious sentiment. In this sense and in this alone, I rank myself among profoundly religeous men.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else. Peace and love to all life. Your brother, Peter
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