This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise
somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once;
a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and
gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each
in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
John Muir
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized
people are beginning to find out that going to
the mountains is going home; that wilderness
is a necessity; and that mountian parks and
reservations are useful not only as fountains
of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life!
John Muir
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