This evening, I again read this passage worth sharing.
“For the first time, it occurred to me this afternoon what a piece of wonder a river is. A huge volume of matter ceaselessly rolling through the fields and meadows of this substantial earth—making haste from high places, past the stable dwellings of men and Egyptian pyramids—to its restless reservoir. One would think that, by a very natural impulse, the dwellers upon the headwaters of the Mississippi and Amazon would follow in the trail of their waters to see the end of the matter.”
Henry David Thoreau, from his Journal #1, page 55 (September 5, 1838).