Disaffection stalks around us.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When you go away, you see where you come from in a different light. I see Scotland, and the rest of Britain, as much more exotic than I used to.
I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them, and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere they are visible yet everywhere occult.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.
We fill the woods with invasive primates camouflaged to look like piles of leaves who sneak around, sprinkling estrus doe urine and manipulating gadgets that sound like antlers clashing.
We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes.
Energy, like the biblical grain of the mustard-seed, will remove mountains.
Landscape affects you.
Things that are unknown attract us.
America is the spirit of human exploration distilled.