FOREST of the small estate, the wood that grows beneath the Wood, who teacheth that greatness is a thing only measured against its neighbor. She appeareth as a bank of clover and oxalis spread upon the moss, each three-fold leaf burning white as paper, a canopy no taller than a finger; and behind her the redwoods stand blurred and blackening, giants reduced to shadow by the nearness of the least thing. Her office is to overturn the measure: to bid the seer look down where he looked up, and find a kingdom in the underbrush, towers in the stems, a horizon in the moss. She crowneth the humble and unthrones the vast. Whoso kneeleth to her learneth the secret of the Whitening, that the tall tree and the small leaf are one light divided; and that scale is a courtesy the eye extends, and may withdraw.
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