Charles E. Burchfield Journals, November 2, 1958

Nov. 2 – Mon –

The agonizing mystery of Infinity. It is impossible ever for man to comprehend it, but it is always there in the background of my life. Infinity in time and space; it is impossible to our puny minds, yet it has to be. I know that it should not concern me; that of more importance to me are the beauties of the world I know – the joy of sunlight on the glossy needles of hemlocks in early spring, or the flaming glossy of a meadow of dandelions in bloom, the song of a songsparrow on a pussy willow branch hanging over a stream – yet there it is, eternally nagging at my consciousness.

Charles E. Burchfield, November 2, 1958