"The notion seems to be all but universal that we can know God only by tradition, as if the fountains of inspiration have gone dry, and he has not a single word more to say to us, not another story to tell. But God is yet writing passages that we can understand and that come within the range of our sympathies . . . , in the world-building activities of grinding glaciers and flowing rivers, in the painting of the skies, the planting of the forests and gardens, the blowing his volcanoes, always, whether in calm or storm, working out a higher and yet higher beauty . . . Rocks and waters, etc., are words of God and so are humans. We all flow from one fountain Soul."
John Muir
Photo: Rosy paintbrush, Maroon Bells - Snowmass Wilderness, CO, August 13, 2011
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