Apr. 7, 1926(con’t)  alive again, giving forth wild primitive music that sets the blood boiling and the imagination riotous.  It is wonderful to think about – Where do these holes come from – fromMichiganorNorthwest United States,OregonorCanada.  The wire: are dug from the earth or blasted – smelted in vast roaring furnaces – are they singing of their birth places? Singing to the March wind?  It is wonderful to stand and listen – I became spellbound – the late sunlight streams over the land – I see a flash of blue: a blue-bird; a harsh caw from a crow – I dream of great things I am to do – the pictures I am to make pass in glorious procession before my mind – And always the roar of the March wind, and the wild barbarous music of the wire and wood harp.
     It seems as if a whole philosophy of life could be – ought to be developed out of the way this raw wind sweeps thru this gigantic harp – If I could only keep myself keyed up to this state of exaltation all thru life, what wonders