John Muir

September 29, 2009

“Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than to the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.”

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