While Sauntering in the wilderness of southern Utah, Everett Ruess wrote in his diary:
A love for everyone and everything has welled up, finding no outlet except in my art. Music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. Alone on the open desert, I have made up songs of wild, poignant rejoicing and transcendent melancholy. The world has seemed more beautiful to me than ever before. I have loved the red rocks, the twisted trees, the red sand blowing in the wind, the slow, sunny clouds crossing the sky, the shafts of moonlight on my bed at night. I have seemed to be at one with the world. I have rejoiced to set out, to be going somewhere, and I have felt a still sublimity, looking deep into the coals of my campfires, and seeing far beyond them. I have been happy in my work, and I have exulted in my play. I have really lived. (Quoted from The Life of the Creative Spirit, p. 318.)
For a brief biography of Everett Ruess, click here.
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