Hills, Bring Me The Calm

The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble – to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. I produce nothing but words; I consume nothing but food, a little firewood. By being utterly useless in the calculations of the culture at large I become useful, at last, to myself.
-Philip Connors
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