Not Another Mountain Metaphor

The sun, pouring down mellow gold,
seemed to be shining only for them,
and the wind gave them voice;
but the gestures of their outstretched
arms appeared wholly independent of the wind,
and impressed one with a solemn awe
that overbore all our knowledge of causes,
and brought us into the condition
of being newly arrived from some other world.

John Muir
The wilderness Essays

Published by Jacob Ames

Feline father, perpetual graduate student, sport enthusiast, pancake expert, and gratitude writer. Using this blog to keep my life organized and to develop a platform I can one day use to share baseless conspiracy theories about the robot uprising. I enjoy writing!

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