In how many churches, by how many prophets, tell me, is man made sensible ... that the earth and heavens are passing into his mind; that he is drinking forever the soul of God ...
Genius watches the monad through all his masks ... as he performs the metempsychosis in nature ...
In the woods ... all mean egoism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me. I am part and parcel of God.