"Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same, year after year, through all the silent night
burns on forevermore that quenchless flame, shines on that inextinguishable light!"
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
…and not till we are completely lost, or turned round—for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost—do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of Nature. Every man has to learn the points of the compass again as often as he awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction. Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden: or, Life in the Woods