The silver field shall be your home. Where human striving has found its end. Yet before death, in life do the grassy eyes speak quickly. With each new image upon the echoing of the eyes, there stands the enumerations of meaning upon meaning. As each second passes the red dirt of the bright valley, so does our understanding change in each of its moments by the moonlight of the eyes again. Life has its meaning in our understanding which is ever changing. Our image of life’s purpose moves itself with every second which passes by the sun. As the cloudy rays of light do kiss forever, so does forever kiss us with the depths of the radiance of hope from the well spring of the snowy river. And so does the transcendent enter the human heart, like silver lights that haunt the darkness of the cosmos, for these lights are our conceptions of meaning, which flicker with a beauty that is deeply moving even in the presence of uncertainty.