The soul is no traveler;
The wise man stays at home.
He does not go abroad with the hope of finding
somewhat greater than he knows.
The soul that is plain and true
dwells in the hour that now is,
in the earnest experience of the common day,
And the mere trifle becomes porous to thought,
and bibulous to the sea of light.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am all for bibulousness at the sea of light.
The common day. And filling trifles with holes of thought. Whole thought holes.
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