It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their
imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never
saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and
though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering
forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves,
traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space
heaven knows how fast and far!
-- John Muir, American Naturalist (1838-1914)
imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never
saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and
though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering
forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves,
traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space
heaven knows how fast and far!
-- John Muir, American Naturalist (1838-1914)
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[WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N
random broken people.
Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told... - Everything is flowing -- going somewhere, animals and so-
called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow... - My fire was in all its glory about midnight, and, having made a bark shed
to shelter me from the rain and partially dry my clothing,
I had nothing to do but look and listen and join the... - Why, oh why, does this happen to me?
How did I end up stuck in this tree?
The ground down below looks so far away, That if I... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - bug n.
An unwanted and unintended property of a program or
piece of hardware,
esp. one that causes it to malfunction. Antonym... - Though I'd been taught at our dining room table about the solar system and
knew the earth revolved around the sun,
and our moon around us, I never found out the moon... - How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious
starry firmament for a roof!
In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it... - Range of Light:
Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning,
a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings...
From the same category:
- I'll be mellow when I'm dead!
--
Weird Al... - They call me Cuban Pete,
I'm the king of the rumba beat... - Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without
words?
Marcel Marceau (1923-) French actor,... - Make a bold fashion statement:
Get Naked... - Idaho state law makes it illegal for a man to give
his sweetheart a box of candy weighing less than fifty...
