If you are in the mountains alone for some time, many days at minimum, & it helps if you are fasting. The forest grows tired of its weariness towards you; it resumes its inner life and allows you to see it. Near dusk the faces in tree bark cease hiding, and stare out at you. The welcoming ones and also the malevolent, open in their curiosity. In your camp at night you are able to pick out a distinct word now and then from the muddled voices in creek water, sometimes an entire sentence of deep import. The ghosts of animals reveal themselves to you without prejudice to your humanity. You see them receding before you as you walk the trail their shapes beautiful and sad. .Charles Frazier
About This Quote
In this quote, the speaker describes a time when he spent a lot of time in the woods alone. In those moments, the forest seemed to grow tired of its weariness towards him. It became more open and welcoming, allowing him to see it more clearly. This is the feeling that great works of art give the person who is experiencing them.
One of the most common ways that people describe a timeless piece of art is by using words like “beautiful” and “sad”. It is not about what you can see with your eyes, but what you can feel deep inside. This quote gives us a glimpse into that possibility.
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