
People try to get away from it all—to the country, to the beach, to the mountains. You always wish that you could too. Which is idiotic: you can get away from it anytime you like. By going within. Nowhere you can go is more peaceful—more free of interruptions—than your own soul.
Montaigne puts not self-satisfied understanding but a consciousness astonished at itself at the core of human existence.
Bless'd souls, whose care it was this first to knowAnd thus the mansions of the light attain:How credible to hold that minds like these Transcend both human littleness and vice.If Thou, O Jehovah, my God, wilt enlighten me, darkness shall be made light.
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