Nature! We are surrounded and embraced by her; powerless to separate ourselves from her, and powerless to penetrate beyond her.
We live in her midst and know her not. She is incessantly speaking to us, but betrays not her secret.
She has always thought and always thinks; though not as man, but as Nature.
She loves herself, and her innumerable eyes and affections are fixed upon herself. She has divided herself that she may be her own delight. She causes an endless succession of new capacities for enjoyment to spring up, that her insatiable sympathy may be assuaged.
The spectacle of Nature is ...
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