Did you ever notice, that when one thinks of calm, peaceful places one never thinks of a shopping mall or a crowded office building. But rahter, scenes of tranquil forrest paths or mountain meadoes come to mind. This is something very interest to me. Does this mean that nature is conjuncive to existence? After all, even New York, the biggest city in America, has a place of nature, Central Park. To make ghettos more pleasing through beautification projects, trees are planted. And yet, it is not widely recognized that nature has the importance that it does. I myself, have had my most serine moments in nature. Like, perhaps the greatest moment of my life was when I was standing in the waves on a sheltered cove in Northern California. A little beautiful place called Muir Beach. Aptly named after the rugged "Searcher". I felt one with the waves and the Earth. I didn't move for a half an hour, but simply let the waves crash on my legs as I waded. I can say this, I've been to the top of the Empire State Building, I've been to the Statue of Liberty, but nothing has effected me or got to me as deeply as that beach did.
A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong to deem
That my days have been a dream
But if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few. Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep, while I weep
Oh God, I cannot grasp
Them with a tighter clasp
Oh God, can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allen Poe
