Everything is flowing — going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanches; the air in majestic floods carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, with streams of music and fragrance; water streams carrying rocks… While the stars go streaming through space pulsed on and on forever like blood…in Nature’s warm heart. John Muir.
Stay busy, get plenty of exercise, and don’t drink too much. Then again, don’t drink too little. ~Herman “Jackrabbit” Smith-Johannsen
What’s drinking?
A mere pause from thinking!
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, The Deformed Transformed
Upon occasion we should go as far as intoxication…. Drink washes cares away, stirs the mind from its lowest depths…. But in liberty moderation is wholesome, and so it is in wine…. We ought not indulge too often, for fear the mind contract a bad habit, yet it is right to draw it toward elation and release and to banish dull sobriety for a little. ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca, “On Tranquillity of Mind”
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. John Muir.
There is not a “fragment” in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself. John Muir.
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