(pointing at El Capitan) That mute appeal illustrates it,
with more convincing eloquence than can the most powerful arguments of
surpliced priests. --
Lafayette Bunnell, 1851
... as the scene opened in full view before us, we were almost
speechless with wondering admiration at its wild and sublime grandeur. “What!” exclaimed one at length, “Have
we come to the end of all things?” “Can this be the opening of the Seventh
Seal?” cries another. --
James Hutchings, 1855
A passage of scripture is written on every cliff. --
Thomas Star King, 1860
I hesitate now, as I did then, at the attempt to give my
vision utterance. Never were words
as beggared for an abridged translation of any Scripture of Nature. --
Fitz Hugh Ludlow, 1863
I am sitting here in a little shanty made of sugar pine
shingles this Sabbath evening. I
have not been at church a single time since leaving home. Yet this glorious valley might well be called a church,
for every lover of the great Creator who comes. . . fails not to worship as he
never did before. --
John Muir, 1868
There is so much of Grandeur and reverential Solemnity to
Yosemite that a bit of humor may help the better to happily reconcile ourselves
to the triviality of Man. Give me
the souls who smile at their devotions!
Now, should this light effort--not altogether truthful, so not
altogether dull--afford you a tithe of mirth I shall feel I have added to your
reverence for Yosemite. [on his humorous painting of Yosemite Valley that has a
cloud sitting in an easy chair on Clouds Rest and a bishop straddling the
Cathedral Spires] --
Jo Mora, 1931
The experience from which these Yosemite poems come is the
experience of interacting with the Other--of constantly trying to be aware of
the Universe as all one body, of trying not to be separate from it but
recognize every part of it as part of yourself. There is nothing alien in it at all. Sometimes interacting with the Other
remains theoretical. Even then it
is interesting. Sometimes it is an
experience. When it is, I can make
a poem out of it. It takes on the
force of poetry. --
Gary Snyder, 1955
I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top
of a mountain, keep climbing.'
Upon reaching the top Ryder gives out a beautiful broken yodel of a strange
musical and mystical intensity and then suddenly everything was just like jazz. -- Jack Kerouac, Dharma
Bums, Matterhorn Peak, Sierra Nevada, 1958
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