Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My First Summer in the Sierra


-Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go. -July 27

-The horizon is bounded and adorned by a spiry wall of pines, every tree harmoniously related to every other; definite symbols, divine hieroglyphics written with the sunbeams. Would i could understand them!

_ We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kinding enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. our flesh and bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun--a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.

*These are some of the many quotes Muir has stated throughout his book that made me think twice about nature in general. I truly enjoyed these simply because the choice of words Muir uses to explains the gravity of love he has for nature amazes me. As an outsider looking in, i can simply note that Muir takes nature very seriously and is enraged when others harm it. I liked the way he basically said that nature is beautiful no matter how old or young.. beautiful or young.. etc..

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