I came across this beautiful passage in the first volume of Gary Dorrien’s trilogy: The Making of American Liberal Theology: Imagining Progressive Religion 1805-1900, which I am currently reading. Dorrien takes this passage itself from the Congregationalist preacher, Horace Bushnell (1802-1876).
I stand here then a thinking creature in a vast temple of being. The sky is over me, the earth beneath, and around me I gaze at the floor and the walls and the shafted pillars of the temple and behold all overlaid and inlaid with types of thought. Whose thought? If I am intelligent so is the world. I live here – amazing thought! – embosomed in the eternal intelligence of God.