Intricate derbies,The marathon of spiritual host,Watch the horizon's parade!See them assemble,The holy ensemble,Perambulate their lesser cohorts,In trails parading gaiety.
Here, there,A mother spirit,A father spirit;Not offspring so,But an infant following,Crowds in close.
See Wisdom's caravan,As it pursues the day's highway,Following the SunriseWith the striving push behind themFor longitude!
The Nature of the Sphinx - N.C. Wyeth Here we have a clue to the nature of the Sphinx. The Sphinx is really the being who has us by the throat, who strangles us. When the ether-body ...