if for a moment you are inclined to regard these taluses as mere draggled, chaotic dumps, climb to the top of one of them, and run down without any haggling, puttering hesitation, boldly jumping from boulder to boulder with even speed. you will then find your feet playing a tune, and quickly discover the music and poetry of these magnificent rock piles — a fine lesson; and all nature’s wildness tells the same story — the shocks and outbursts of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, roaring, thundering waves and floods, the silent uprush of sap in plants, storms of every sort — each and all are the orderly beauty-making love-beats of nature’s heart.

- john muir | via doinwork [original source?]

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