“As long as I live I’ll hear the birds & the winds & the waterfalls sing. I’ll interpret the rocks & learn the language of flood & storm & avalanche. I’ll make the acquaintance of the wild gardens & the glaciers & get as near to the heart of this world as I can.
As so I did.
I sauntered about from rock to rock, from grove to grove, from stream to stream. Whenever I met a new plant I would sit down beside it, hear what it had to tell, make its acquaintance for a minute or a day.
I asked the boulders where they had been & whether they were going. And where night found me there I camped.
I took no more heed to save time or to make haste then did the trees or the stars. This is true freedom. A good practical sort of immortality.”
John Muir
