When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable, and to the citizen, most dismal swamp. I enter a swamp as a sacred place - a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow of nature.
The saddest day hath gleams of light, the darkest wave hath bright foam beneath it, the twinkles o'er the cloudiest night, some solitary star to cheer it.
