"...the monarch of mountains;
They crown'd him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
With a diadem of snow."
-Lord Byron, Manfred, Act I, scene 1, line 62
"Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place. "
"...Yet mental images play an important part in my prayers....
But they seem to help me most when they are most fugitive
and fragmentary—rising and bursting like bubbles in champagne or
wheeling like rooks in a windy sky: contradicting one another (in logic) as the
crowded metaphors of a swift poet may do.
Fix on any one, and it goes dead.
You must do as Blake would do with a joy; kiss it as it flies...."
- from Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer, page 86, by C.S. Lewis (1898-1963)