Today Spring was here in her full glory, and in every direction tis a time to rejoice. But, before we leave pale winter behind, check out this thought on those things that divide us. Let us go into the Spring more awestruck by our diversity, and united in our desire to preserve those differences.
From the journal of Henry David Thoreau, February 1841:
"I tread in the tracks of the fox which has gone before me by some hours, or which perhaps I have started, with such a tiptoe of expectation as if I were on the trail of the Sprit itself which resides in these woods, and expected soon to catch it in its lair.
The snow falls on no two trees alike, but the forms it assumes are as various as those of the twigs and leaves which receives it. They are, as it were, predetermined by the genius of the tree. So one divine spirit descends alike on all, but bears a peculiar fruit in each. The divinity subsides on all men, as the snowflakes settle on the fields and ledges and takes the form of the various clefts and surfaces on which it lodges....I look under the lids of time."