Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson


Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs?

But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.

I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all



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