To the lover of pure wildness Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.
In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
The sun shines not on us but in us.
I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?
Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes.