June 13, 1869. Another of those wonderful days of the Sierra, in which it seems to dissolve and be absorbed and sent pulsing while it is unclear where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we do not think most to gain time or to send us the trees and the stars. That is true freedom, is an excellent and practical sort of immortality.
John Muir A Summer in the Sierra , Chapter 2. At the camp on the north branch of the Merced
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