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Soon the child's clear eye is
clouded over by ideas and
opinions, preconceptions
and abstractions. Simple
free being becomes encrusted
with the burdensome armor of
the ego. Not until years later
does an instinct come that a
vital sense of mystery has been
withdrawn. The sun glints
through the pines, and the
heart is pierced in a moment
of beauty and strange pain,
like a memory of paradise.
After that day... we became
seekers.
Peter Matthiessen