This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise
somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling;
vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and
gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round
earth rolls.
When we contemplate the whole globe
as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying
through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the
whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
John Muir
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