What a benefit if a rule could be given whereby the mind draining amidst the gross fogs of matter, could at any moment east itself and find the Sun. But the common life is an endless succession of phantasms. And long after we have deemed ourselves recovered & sound, light breaks in upon us & we find we have yet had no sane hour. Another morn rises on mid-noon.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 5:274
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 5:274
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