Thursday, August 10, 2006


Recently I drove through a landscape which looked like this. I was seized by the thought of what it must have been like to be the first frontiersman travelling through such a place in horse-and-wagon.

Really, it must have been spooky.

How could one travel through such a land and not believe it was inhabited by ghosts, mediated by God?

Here are the words which went through my mind as I drove and drove and drove:

"Bring me men to match my mountains,
Bring me men to match my plains,
Men with empires in their purpose,
And new eras in their brains."