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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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I
wondered,
then,
what
the
professor
thought,
after
his
years
of
work,
of
the
Mystery;
and
finally,
not
without
confusion,
I
asked
him.
He
listened,
for
the
first
time
ceasing
to
dig,
shake
out
and
arrange
his
specimens.
When
I
had
stopped
speaking
he
remained
for
a
moment
silent,
then
he
looked
at
me
with
a
new
regard.
Finally
he
quoted
quietly,
but
with
a
deep
note
in
his
voice:
"Canst
thou
by
searching
find
God?
Canst
thou
find
out
the
Almighty
unto
perfection?
It
is
as
high
as
heaven:
what
canst
thou
do?
deeper
than
hell,
what
canst
thou
know?"
When
the
professor
had
spoken
we
stood
for
a
moment
silent,
then
he
smiled
and
said
briskly:
"I
have
been
a
botanist
for
fifty-four
years.
When
I
was
a
boy
I
believed
implicitly
in
God.
I
prayed
to
him,
having
a
vision
of
him--a
person--before
my
eyes.
As
I
grew
older
I
concluded
that
there
was
no
God.
I
dismissed
him
from
the
universe.
I
believed
only
in
what
I
could
see,
or
hear,
or
feel.
I
talked
about
Nature
and
Reality."
He
paused,
the
smile
still
lighting
his
face,
evidently
recalling
to
himself
the
old
days.
I
did
not
interrupt
him.
Finally
he
turned
to
me
and
said
abruptly.
"And
now--it
seems
to
me--there
is
nothing
but
God."
As
he
said
this
he
lifted
his
arm
with
a
peculiar
gesture
that
seemed
to
take
in
the
whole
world.
For
a
time
we
were
both
silent.
When
I
left
him
I
offered
my
hand
and
told
him
I
hoped
I
might
become
his
friend.
So
I
turned
my
face
toward
home.
Evening
was
falling,
and
as
I
walked
I
heard
the
crows
calling,
and
the
air
was
keen
and
cool,
and
I
thought
deep
thoughts.
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