"We soon get through with Nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy. The merest child which has rambled into a copsewood dreams of a wilderness so wild and strange and inexhaustible as nature can never show him...the deeper woods abounded with redder birds still; but, now that I have theaded all our woods and waded the swamps, I have never yer met with his compear, still less his wilder kindred. The red-bird which is the last of nature is but the first of God."
--Henry David Thoreau (journal 5/23/1854)
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