The Spirit Home

The Spirit Home 

But where do we go? I inquired.

We go where the weary find rest and the conflicting antagonisms of human society disturb no more. We go where the pure will never become vitiated with wrongs and where rivers of light roll on, refreshing the mind forever. We go where nature is understood and her laws obeyed. We go where truth is wisdom and where no mockery of duty answers the call of need. We go where we wish and when we go, we will not cease to remember that our return will be cheered with music, vibrating in harmony with human redemption from the whirlpool of angry waters. We will not tarry among the wrongs and evils of a mourning world but we will visit a wonder away from human cares, where order and harmony are appreciated and spirits concentrate to admire and glorify the Ruler of unnumbered worlds. There is a world you have not seen, a music you have not heard, a joy you have not experienced, where the storm of contention neither lashes against its shore nor the groans of distress reach the borders of my spirit home.

Thomas Paine’s Spirit Mother 

Residents of the village Tarbagatai in traditional costumes—Аркадий Зарубин—Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported