All the powers of the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
~ Swami Vivekenanda
My life goes on in endless song
above Earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul;
How can I keep from singing?