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I am glad to the brink of fear.
Today I read through Ralph Waldo Emerson's Nature. Has anyone else read it? I think it's probably the most beautiful and poetical philosophy I have ever set eyes on.
I can't possibly talk coherantly about this passage. Nature has always affected me profoundly--it's why I love art and photography--and to hear nature described like that is moving in a huge way. That last line, just wow. I re-read it at least sixteen times before I could move on to the next one. Absolutely gorgeous.
Yes, yes, yes, yes! That is just so beautiful it tears at my heart. Haven't you ever seen a day like that? When you just want to stand out in the middle of a lawn and scream because you are so incredibly taken in by everything around you? That happened to me last week. I was walking through the gardens and I had to stop and sit down because I was just amazed at how perfect every flower and every leaf was. Really, stop and give everything a good look one day; it's incredible.
And I've babbled enough. I guess what I'm trying to say here is: READ THIS. LIKE NOW.
Now that I've scared you all away, hahah. There's fic coming later today! \o/ Just have to bounce one last bit back against Robin to make sure it's not actually crap, and then it'll be up! Wooo!
"Such is the constitution of all things, or such the plastic power of the human eye, that the primary forms, as the sky, the mountain, the tree, the animal, give us a delight in and of themselves; a pleasure arising from outline, color, motion, and gropuing. This seems partly owing to the eye itself. The eye is the best of artistis. By the mutual action of its structure and of the laws of light, perspective is produced, which integrates every mass of objects, of what character soever, into a well colored and shaded globe, so that where the particular objects are mean and unaffecting , the landscape which they compose is round and symmetrical. And as the eye is the best composer, so light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful."
I can't possibly talk coherantly about this passage. Nature has always affected me profoundly--it's why I love art and photography--and to hear nature described like that is moving in a huge way. That last line, just wow. I re-read it at least sixteen times before I could move on to the next one. Absolutely gorgeous.
"But in other hours, Nature satisfies by its loveliness and without any mixture of corporeal benefit. I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fished in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust and I dialate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous."
Yes, yes, yes, yes! That is just so beautiful it tears at my heart. Haven't you ever seen a day like that? When you just want to stand out in the middle of a lawn and scream because you are so incredibly taken in by everything around you? That happened to me last week. I was walking through the gardens and I had to stop and sit down because I was just amazed at how perfect every flower and every leaf was. Really, stop and give everything a good look one day; it's incredible.
And I've babbled enough. I guess what I'm trying to say here is: READ THIS. LIKE NOW.
Now that I've scared you all away, hahah. There's fic coming later today! \o/ Just have to bounce one last bit back against Robin to make sure it's not actually crap, and then it'll be up! Wooo!
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