“Here is calm so deep, grasses cease waving. . . .

Wonderful how completely everything in wild nature

fits into us, as if truly part and parent of us.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling,

vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies,

making them glide and sing.

The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as

our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous

storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our

song, our very own, and sings our love.”

John Muir