They showed me their , and I could not understand the intensewith which they looked at them; it was as though they were talking with creatures like themselves. And perhaps I shall not be mistaken if I say that they conversed with them. Yes, they had found their , and I am convinced that the trees understood them. They looked at alllike that — at thewho lived in peace with them and did not attack them, but loved them, conquered by their love. They pointed to theand told me something about them which I could not understand, but I am convinced that they were somehow in touch with the stars, not only in thought, but by some living channel.