After journeying through the planes of pure contentment, the
traveler cometh to the Valley of Wonderment and is tossed in the
oceans of grandeur, and at every moment his wonder groweth. Now he seeth the
shape of wealth as poverty itself, and the essence of freedom as sheer
impotence. Now is he struck dumb with the beauty of the All-Glorious; again is
he wearied out with his own life. How many a mystic tree hath this whirlwind of
wonderment snatched by the roots, how many a soul hath it exhausted. For in
this Valley the traveler is flung into confusion, albeit, in the eye of him who
hath attained, such marvels are esteemed and well beloved. At every moment he
beholdeth a wondrous world, a new creation, and goeth from astonishment to
astonishment, and is lost in awe at the works of the Lord of Oneness.
(Baha’u’llah, ‘The Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys)
(Baha’u’llah, ‘The Seven Valleys and the Four Valleys)
