Citat: John Muir

It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their
imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a
discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast
rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all
directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us
around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast
and far!

– John Muir, 1938

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Ja, jag är inne i en lite natursvärmisk period nu, bökar och rotar med de gamla transcendentalisterna... Det har garanterat med min instängda kontorstillvaro att göra. Deras sorglösa, lätt panteistiskt anstrukna andlighet är trösterik när man blivit trött på somliga alltförmänskliga gudar.