Chapter XVII

Sometimes I should be alone and without employment, when suddenly
my Soul would return to itself, and forgetting all things in the
whole world which mine eyes had seen, would be carried away to the
end of the earth, and my thoughts would be deeply engaged with
inquiries--How the Earth did end? Whether walls did bound it or
sudden precipices? Or whether the Heavens by degrees did come to
touch it, so that the faces of the Earth and Heaven were so near
that a man with difficulty could creep under? Whatever I could
imagine was inconvenient, and my reason being posed was quickly
wearied. What also upheld the Earth (because it was heavy) and kept
it from falling; whether pillars or dark waters? And if any upheld
these, what then upheld those, and what again those, of which I saw
there would be no end? Little did I think that the Earth was round
and the World so full of Beauty, Light, and Wisdom. When I saw
that, I knew by the perfection of the work there was a God, and was
satisfied and rejoiced. People underneath and fields and flowers,
with another Sun and another Day pleased me mightily; but more when
I knew it was the same Sun that served them by Night that served us
by day.