Friday, December 7, 2012

Wind on our cheeks

What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things,
compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I
stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange
to me…Talk of mysteries!–Think of our life in nature,–daily to be shown matter,
to come in contact with it, rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The
actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?
~ Henry David Thoreau

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