To most human minds
silence and solitude are vacancy,
not chance for trance sublime and strange
nor
to ponder, each in and on its separate fantasy.
How many human minds long to
render and receive fast influencings,
and hold an unremitting interchange
with the clear universe of things around ?
No clear universe...All is murk befogged and strife
and urbanisation,
no naked Alpine countenance of nature
but deglaciation.
Mont-Blanc:
Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni



