Tag: John Muir
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The wind had a mysterious voice and carried nothing now of the songs of birds, or of the rustling of palms and fragrant vines. Its burden was gathered from a stormy expanse of crested waves and briny tangles. I could see no striving in those magnificent wave motions, not raging; all the storm was apparently…
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Why I Haven’t Written Much Lately
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit itself. All together form the one grand palimpsest of the world. Muir, The Spiritual Writings, 48, TMW, 151-64 There’s just too much to say. Where do you start when it’s all so densely woven? where do you end? …
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Psalm 19, 18 in the Vulgate
The calm dawn gave no promise of anything uncommon…The sunrise we did not see at all, for we were beneath the shadow of the fjord cliffs; but in the midst of our studies, while the Indians were getting ready to sail, we were startled by the sudden appearance of a red light burning with a strange, unearthly splendor on…