The Ministry of Bitter Herbs

To-day , I drew from the grass a slender, benighted dandelion blossom, ripe and ready for its sowing, and watched the tiny unnumbered seeds floating so gaily away. Gently and steadily they journeyed outward and upward, glistening like silver motes in the rain-washed air.

"Why are they thus fashioned, and what keeps them from falling?" I questioned, and the response to my thought proved an interesting lesson in physics, and gave an enriched conception of the manifestations of Truth.

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