“I fear that the character of my knowledge is from year to year becoming more distinct and scientific; that, in exchange for vistas wide as heaven’s scope, I am being narrowed down to the field of the microscope. I see details, not wholes nor the shadow of the whole. I count some parts, and I say, ‘I know.’ The cricket’s chirp now fills the air in dry fields near pine woods.”

Henry David Thoreau

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