Nostalgia del Reino

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life,—no disgrace, no calamity, ( leaving me my eyes,) 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 eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life,—no disgrace, no calamity, ( leaving me my eyes,) 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 eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.
Nature,Ralph Waldo Emerson

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