No pain here, no dull empty hours, no fear of the past, no fear of the future.
These blessed mountains are so compactly filled with God's beauty, no petty personal hope or experience has room to be.Drinking this champagne water is pure pleasure, so is breathing the living air, and every movement of limbs is pleasure,while the whole body seems to feel beauty when exposed to it as it feels the campfire or sunshine, entering not by the eyes alone, but equally through all one's flesh like radiant heat, making a passionate ecstatic pleasure-glow not explainable. One's body then seems homogeneous throughout, sound as a crystal.
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light every- thing seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day ; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.
John Muir,My First Summer in the Sierra