I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind.
Ralph Waldo EmersonBut when you have chosen your part, abide by it, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson