"It is one of the first days of Spring and I sit once more in the old garden. Here the only movement I am conscious of is that of the trees shooting forth their first sprays of bright green, and of the tulips expanding the radiant beauty of their flaming globes, and the only sound I hear is the blackbird's song..the liquid softly gurgling notes that seem to well up spontaneously from an infinite joy, an infinite peace at the heart of nature and bring a message not from some remote Heaven in the Sky or Future, but the heaven that is here, beneath our feet, the joy, the peace, at the heart of the mystery which is Man. For man alone can hear the revelation that lies in the blackbird's song."
Havelock Ellis~Impressions and Comments 1918
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