120 There is no symbol more powerful than the plain statement of the trutho So let us seek symbols, they are our small lamps of useful words. HOW MY FATHER DIED My father talked too much and too loudly, but just before he died his voice became soft and sad, as though whispering secrets he had learned too late. He called me close to him and put his truths to me, I only felt the breath of his love but did not hear a wordo