He would like us to keep our heads in the clouds with Him, but that our feet ought to be firmly planted on earth. (Big Book)
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve (The Tempest)
Select facts of the world must be apprehended for me to perform my work. But few. The rest: a vision without base. To be upset by the world: delusion. What am I thinking about? And why? Is this thought necessary? And this one? What then? God. And the next right action. And God. And the heavens.