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7. Oh Grandly do my two logs give back their light slow gleaned from a hundred summers, garnered away in dotted cells, and
in beads of amber gam. As if to witness this perfect and beautiful death their living companions look down and together with
this outgush of light seems to flow all of the other riches of their life, and sweet it is, to lie thus alone in full exposure
to their spirit beauty. Why is night so intensely impressive, is it because of an indefinite bodyless something nothing that
we call wildness, wierdness, etc., or is it because of the activity of our own spiritual affinities concentered by the darkness,
and made to act with more force upon the spiritual beings about us, and made more susceptible of their influences. To be lonely
must be to lose for the time being our spiritual strength. In this civilization of ours most of our spiritual powers are undeveloped
like eyes that are never allowed to fill with light. As creatures with veritable carnal bodies dwell by myriads in a drop
of water, so the whole earth and every pore and chink of the sky is filled by spiritual creatures, and do they never come
to us, have they no human sympathy. It is midnight, and I must rest. Goodnight. Goodnight also to my two logs, and two lakes,
and to my two domes high and black on the sky with a cluster of stars between. --------JOHN MUIR Yosemith, cal.--