Peter Milward
The “house” of nature in which we live, built as it is with divine hands, isn’t only what we see with our eyes or hear with our ears or measure with precise mathematical calculations. It is as much unseen as seen, as much unheard as heard. As John Keats observed in his “Ode on a Grecian Urn”, “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.”
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