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As when a mountain climber on some cloud-locked peak grows so weary that he forgets the world around him in the pain, and pull, and pain, and pull, aware of nothing but his muscles, fog, and stone, but then suddenly a bright wind sweeps the clouds aside, and there open the boundless blue heavens, the sentinel heads of mountains thrusting through the fog floor, and the climber gasps as he sees, sovereign up above, the terrible, all-giving Sun, so Carlyle gasped at the sight of Bridger. And so he
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― Too Like the Lightning
― Too Like the Lightning
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When nature no longer enchants us, we must face disenchantment, the sense that the world has lost its wonder. If we suffer from the loss of authentic experience, it is because beauty has been commodified or simulated, and the sublime has become unreachable. (“Absence of Beauty is like Hell“ ).
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