The second epigraph in this essay is a piece from another one of Emerson's works called "Ode to Beauty". It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy as of an intellect doubled on itselfby abandonment to the nature of things; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him: then he is caught up into the life of the Universe, his speech is thunder, his thought is law, and his words are universally intelligible as the plants and animals.
Nobody cares for planting the poor fungus: so she shakes down from the gills of one agaric countless spores, any one of which, being preserved, transmits new billions of spores to-morrow or next day. No wonder, then, if these waters be so deep, that we hover over them with a religious regard.
Buell Through a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame: "Who telleth one of my meanings, Is master of all I am.
We are like persons who come out of a cave or cellar into the open air. Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the Sphinx-- Her muddy eyes to clear!