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Ralph Waldo Emerson – The Poet

And now my chains are to be broken; I shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which I live – opaque though they seem transparent – and from the heaven of truth I shall see and comprehend my relations.  That will reconcile me to life, and renovate nature, to see trifles animated by a tendency; and to know what I am doing.  Life will no more be a noise; now I shall see men and women, and know the signs by which they may be discerned from fools and satans. 

This day shall be better than my birthday.  Then I became an animal, now I am invited into purer science.  Such is the hope, but the fruition is postponed. 

Oftener it falls that the winged man who will carry me into the heaven whirls me up into the clouds, then leaps and frisks about with me from cloud to cloud still affirming that he is bound heavenward; and I being myself a novice, am slow in perceiving that he does not know the way into the heavens and is merely bent that I should admire his skill to rise, like a fowl or a flying fish, a little way from the ground or the water, but the all piercing, all feeding, and ocular air of heaven, that man shall never inhabit.  I tumble down again soon into my old nooks and lead the life of exaggerations as before, and have lost my faith in the possibility of any guide who can lead me thither where I would be.