A young Master Mason approached a stoic old Past Master that he highly respected. The Master Mason said: “Brother, if there is anything I have learned from you, it is that too many brothers speak too many words about light and the True Word. To me their speech is like a multitude of veils and crashing symbols that further conceal the bright and quiet wisdom of Masonry.”

“Mmm-hmm,” replied the old Past Master, “but have you never seen the beauty in ten-thousand falling leaves, nor heard the strength in the many-rivulet crescendo of a rushing waterfall?”