Every year thousands of people experience warming, radiant, sunlit summer areas. They are surrounded by the wonderfully beautiful scents of cornfields and green meadows. On yellow beaches people gambol among blue-green salty waves. From green forests and groves sound the song of the nightingale and the cry of the cuckoo. All day long from the blue sky and the white summer clouds sounds the song of the lark. At twilight the ground mist begins to usher in the fairy-tale of the light summer night in magical silhouettes, scenes with the king of the elves or other wonderful midsummer-night's dreams. In the atmosphere of passion and longings of love young couples go out to seek solitude; and Nature takes them to its heart. In the light summer night God passes over the continent. In the Nordic midsummer the kingdom of God is revealed on earth. The ancient immortal myth of paradise has become a living reality before our eyes. We are even now in the presence of the living "Adam" and "Eve" in flesh and blood. And God calls to us through the garden.
      But what about all those thousands who live midst all this divine glory? Do they see anything of the glory? Do they see anything of what, from a cosmic point of view, is happening? Do they know anything about what they, in the culmination of midsummer, are in the presence of?