Envoi

The Dweller in the House There is only one who dwells in this house, and he often feels he and the house are one being. The builder made a complicated arrangement with this dweller, and then left permanently for other unknowable endeavors. Are you surprised the dweller moves very slowly? Even his thoughts move cautiously and often cluster together into a veritable symphony of integrated musings. In the silence of the house a music unfolds in his mind. The dweller wakes to the early morning light and feels the light permeate his body and ignite his mind. His soul simply rejoices. He walks the length of each of his three floors. He pauses at each window, leans forward and looks out into the park at the hedges, the exotic trees, and the twelve flower beds. As he looks over these green growing things, the dweller senses something slowly, regularly rising within himself: he smells a smiling aroma of roses and breathes deeply and continues breathing deeply. He is stunned by the brightness of green tree leaves, and the hedges seem to be dancing their version of a minuet accompanied by the South Wind. Each window in turn excites these emotions, they quiet down as he seeks the next window and the next uplift, until he reaches the attic, with its one stained-glass window through which tri-colored light pours over him. He is both warmed and illumined, and he cries out in an ecstasy of long-postponed joy. He knows he and the house are suffused with all available light and warmth. In a few moments a great calm has absorbed all of this energy and all beings and all things are blessed, blessed, blessed.