You can't expect anyone to trust revelation if he hasn't experienced it himself. Those who haven't only know reason. And since revelation is a thing apart, and cannot be accounted for reasonably, they never will believe you. This is the great division of the world and always has been. When reason and revelation run together, why, then you have something great, a great age.
Sometimes John had recorded new compositions, or lines from his new poems. Sometimes he'd just record a busy night in The Green Man. Sometimes sheep, seals, skylarks, the wind turbine. If Liam were home there would be some Liam. The summer fair. The Fastnet Race. I would unfold my map of Clear Island. Those tapes prised the lid off homesickness and rattled out the contents, but always at the bottom was solace.
A long time have I lived with youAnd now we must be goingSeparately to be together. Perhaps I shall be the windTo blur your smooth watersSo that you do not see your face too much. Perhaps I shall be the starTo guide your uncertain wingsSo that you have direction in the night. Perhaps I shall be the fireTo separate your thoughtsSo that you do not give up. Perhaps I shall be the rainTo open up the earthSo that your seed may fall. Perhaps I shall be the snowTo let your blossoms sleepSo that you may bloom in spring. Perhaps I shall be the streamTo play a song on the rockSo that you are not alone. Perhaps I shall be a new mountainSo that you always have a home.