Then I feel I can see just over on the horizon the tents of Moab in the wilderness; that yesterday and to-day are the same; that I've crossed the prairies of the everlasting years, and am playing about with Ishmael in the wild hills, or fighting with Ahab.

Then the world and time seem pretty small potatoes.
You see how it is.

I never was trained to think, and I get stunned by thoughts that strike me as being dug right out of the centre.
Sometimes I'd like to write them down; but I can't write; I can only talk as I'm talking to you.

If you weren't so high up, and so much cleverer than I am, and such a thinker, I'd like you to be my safety-ring, if you would.

I could tell the key-thoughts to you when they came to me, before I forgot them with all their bearings; and by-and-by they'd do me a lot of good when I got away from this influence, and back into the machinery of the Western world again.
If you could come out here, if you could feel what I feel here--and you would feel a thousand times as much--I don't know what you wouldn't do.
It's pretty wonderful.