May 13th, 1821

I treasure the contemplative state I am often in. It gives me the illusional ability to slow time down. There are no clocks in my room. The universe compassionately seems to tune in its pace with mine. Blooming seconds.

Nature’s diversity is what fascinates me the most. Facing nature is encountering truth. Not a biblical truth about morality. Not an intellectualized truth either. A barer truth about existence which is that life is about being, not doing.

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