I absolutely love Muir’s view on nature, not to mention his energy. Muir treats his time in nature like an excited child would treat a fairy tale. He loves his environment, and he loves being in it. The other writers we’ve read view nature as this massive consciousness, something passive and primordial. Muir wants to feel it. He wants to involve himself, he wants to feel those pine needles on his skin, taste that spicy air, and feel that cold spray from the waterfall. He views nature as a friend, the talkative rocks as comrades from long ago. Muir is Chronon’s antithesis in this way- he’s completely flippant. He’s here to enjoy, and Chronon would implode at that thought.
Muir and I are spiritual mirrors, the mountains have always been my home and they always will be. I share his exuberance for nature, and I absolutely would love to go on a hike with him. I would love to chat up a pile of rocks with him, and maybe even make a couple of friends along the way