As long as I live i’ll hear the birds and the winds and the waterfalls sing. I’ll interpret the rocks and learn the language of flood and storm and avalanche. I’ll make the acquaintance of the wild gardens and glaciers, and get as near to the heart of this world as I could. And so I did. I sauntered about from rock to rock, from grove to grove, stream to stream and whenever I met a new plant I’d sit down beside it for a minute or a day to make its acquaintance, hear what it had to tell. I ask the boulders where they had been and whether they were going, and when night found me, there I camped. I took no more heed to save time or make haste than did the trees, or the stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.
John Muir (via hitchhaiku)

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