Though neither knows

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Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings  of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the  windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking  of that buffalo robe to the frightened colt!

Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the  mystic sign gives forth such hints; yet with me, as with the colt,  somewhere those things must exist. Though in many of its aspects this  visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in  fright.

But not yet have we solved the incantation of this whiteness, and  learned why it appeals with such power to the soul; and more strange and  far more portentous—why, as we have seen, it is at once the most  meaning symbol of spiritual things, nay, the very veil of the  Christian’s Deity; and yet should be as it is, the intensifying agent in  things the most appalling to mankind.