Emerson



"There are days which occur in this climate ... wherein the world reaches its perfection, when the air, the heavenly bodies, and the earth make a harmony, as if Nature would indulge her offspring ... and everything that has life gives signs of satisfaction ... To have lived through all its sunny hours seems longevity enough ... At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back with the first step he makes into these precincts. Here is sanctity which shames our religions, and reality which discredit our heroes. Here we find Nature to be the circumstance which dwarfs every other circumstance, and judges like a god all men that come to her."

Wi-fi makes the "Knapsack of custom" a bit harder to shrug off, but still ...

(I discovered a beautiful little edition of Ralph Waldo Emerson's Essays here in the house. It dates from the 1880's.)



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