"Into this
surrounding space, as you sit, or stand, or lie, as necessity may dictate, you
fling forth your spirit; and the spirit of what you are gazing at — for every
scene that exists hath its spirit — flows back responsively into your mind;
until between your mind and this cubic segment of the cosmos there comes to be
established a strange and rhythmical harmony, lulling your senses and
liberating your soul with a feeling for which at present human language has no
name."
(John Cowper Powys, Philosophy of Solitude)
