“The natural world is invested with its own awful, symbolic utterance. It invests our lives with meaning that we cannot find among the crowdings of the metropolis. Look in a river and we see Time rushing away; observe a favorite oak sprouting new greenery and we flesh with fresh hope for our own renewal. In the infinitude of nature a solace and truth is projected for us, reflecting and making sensible all the shifting traumas and quandaries that roughen our lives.” –Michael Harris, from the book Solitude (2017)