He makes all things beautiful in His time.
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made. That this is still the morning of creation. That mountains, long conceived, are now being born, brought to light by the glaciers, channels traced for rivers, basins hollowed for lakes. That moraine soil is being ground and outspread for coming plants…while the finest grist, seen hastening far out to sea, is being stored away in darkness, and builded, particle on particle, cementing and crystalizing, to make mountains and valleys, and plains of other landscapes, and pass on through the ages in endless rhythm and beauty. – John Muir
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