"In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life--no disgrace, no calamity which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground-my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space-all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God."
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Emerson. Beautiful.
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