Books

Reading Emerson feels like coming home to a landscape you’ve never visited before but the air smell smells familiar, the tree lines feel nostalgic when the cloud forms similar to how I expect clouds to form when I was younger — and the air feels fresher. But also as if I’ve been here before. Why?

creating and destroying; flying cars, jet engines, roc.camera, july.rocks /faust

he seems to have written from a place of deep attunement (the primary wisdom, in his words). 
the reader tends to recognise that not from memory, but from something much older, maybe if they’ve had a taste of said attunement/stillness themselves