emerson: the first in time and the first in importance, on the influences of the mind is that of nature. every day, the sun; and after sunset, night and her stars. ever the winds blow; ever the grass grows. every day, men and women, conversing, beholding and beholden.
divine postman: the scholar needs to stand wistful and admiring before this great spectacle. he must settle its value in his mind. what is nature to him?
emerson: there is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of love, but always circular power returning unto itself. energy returns to that which it came from
divine postman: therein it resembles his own spirit, whose beginning, whose ending, he can never find.
emerson: so entire so boundless
divine postman: far too as her splendors shine. system on system shooting like rays, upward, downward, without centre, without circumference, in the mass and in the particle, nature hastens to render account of herself to the mind.
emerson: classification begins. to the young mind everything is individual, stands by itself. by and by it finds how to join two things, and see in them one nature, then three; then three thousand.
divine postman: and so, tyrannized over by its own unifying instinct, it goes on tying things together, every detail matters, diminishing anomalies, discovering roots running under ground.
emerson: whereby contrary and remote things cohere and flower out from one stem. things might seem to be opposites but in the end they will agree