The Blessed Mountains

These blessed mountains are so compactly filled with God’s beauty, no petty personal hope or experience  has room to be . . . . the whole body seems to feel beauty when exposed to it as it feels the campfire or  sunshine, entering not by the eyes alone, but equally through all one’s flesh like radiant heat, making a  passionate ecstatic pleasure glow not explainable. One’s body then seems homogeneous throughout,  sound as a crystal.

• John Muir