| "The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the
awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour,
at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day
and night. Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a
day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, but by the mechanical
nudgings of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly acquired
force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of
celestial music, instead of factory bells, and a fragrance filling the
air--to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness
bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less than the light.
That man who does not believe that each day contains an earlier, more
sacred, and auroral hour than he has yet profaned, has despaired of
life, and is pursuing a descending and darkening way." -- Henry David
Thoreau, Walden. |
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