Happy Midsummer~.

There is a certain tranquillity that comes with nature, this grand,, magnanimous state of existancewe share. It is faulty to call it nature. There is a great disservice done in denoting it by but a simple word, with six frail letters. for it cannot be contained in 6, 12, or 18 symbols. Were we to take all literature relating to nature, and compile it to one single tome, would reading it, still even give a spectre of the magnitude of nature? Even if we did. It would escape. It always does. It will remain free, whatever we might tell ourselves.

Happy Filthy Friday~.
And Happy Midsummer~.