“They and the coyotes lived clever, despairing, submarginal lives. They landed with no money, no equipment, no tools, no credit, and particularly with no knowledge of the new country and no technique for using it. I don”t know whether it was a divine stupidity or a great faith that let them do it. Surely such venture is gone from the worl. And the families did survive and grow. They had a tool or a weapon that is also nearly gone, or perhaps it is only dormant for a while. It is argued that because they believed thoroughly in a just, moral God they could put their faith there and let the smaller securities take care of themselves. But I think that because they trusted themselves and respected themselves as individuals, because they knew beyond doubt that they were valuable and potentially moral units– because of this they could give God their own courage and dignity and then receive it back. Such things have disappeared perhaps because men do not trust themselves any more, and when that happens there is nothing left except perhaps to find some strong sure man, even though he may be wrong, and to dangle from his coattails.”
I started reading the classic novel East of Eden by John Steinbeck the other day. Besides enjoying it as a great story and excellent piece of writing, I also experienced some moments of inspiration that I wanted to share with you.
At the end of chapter two, the following paragraph lay neatly nestled between the story lines, inconspicuous and unassuming. Yet in its humility is where I found its splendor.