The Essence of the World

The world is seen in a leaf, in the creek, and the song of the wind whispers louder than the roar of the city.

We built mountains of steel and greed, yet the trees still stand, the rivers still flow, and I find my peace in the dance of the leaves.

Come a wandering soul, gather beneath the stars, see it for what it is, a great and growing life, not bound by the weight of our own aspirations.

• Jack Kerouac

• Jack Kerouac