Thoreau's Journal: 30-May-1853

The morning wind forever blows; the poem of the world is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it. Forever that strain of the harp which soothed the Cerberus and called me back to life is sounding. Olympus is the outside of the earth everywhere.

1 comment:

Jack Saturday said...

"The kingdom... is spread upon the earth, but men do not see it."
Jesus, Thomas Gospel