"Talk of immortality! After a whole day in the woods, we are already immortal. Where is the end of such a day? . . . Every sense is satisfied. For us there is no past, no future. We live in the present and are full . . . These diverse days are so complete there is no sense of time in them; they have no definite beginning or ending, and form a kind of terrestrial immortality."
The Contemplative John Muir, pp. 205, 206
Photo: Pasqueflowers blooming in front of Horsetooth Rock; Horsetooth Mountain Park, CO; April 8, 2013
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