| "Here is calm
so deep, grasses cease waving . . . . Wonderful how completely
everything in wild nature fits into us, as if truly part and parent
of us. The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past,
but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell
of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The
trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls,
and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the
rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and
sings our love." --
John Muir |