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For there it is, friend, the whole infinite miracle of nature in
every tuft of grass, if we have only eyes to see it, and can disabuse
our minds of that tyrannous phantom of size. Only recollect that
great and small are but relative terms; that in truth nothing is
great or small, save in proportion to the quantity of creative
thought which has been exercised in making it; that the fly who basks
upon one of the trilithons of Stonehenge, is in truth infinitely
greater than all Stonehenge together, though he may measure the tenth
of an inch, and the stone on which he sits five-and-twenty feet. You
differ from me? Be it so. Even if you prove me wrong I will believe
myself in the right: I cannot afford to do otherwise. If you rob me
of my faith in 'minute philosophy,' you rob me of a continual source
of content, surprise, delight.
So go your way and I mine, each working with all his might, and
playing with all his might, in his own place and way. Remember only,
that though I never can come round to your sphere, you must some day
come round to me, when wounds, or weariness, or merely, as I hope, a
healthy old age, shall shut you out for once and for all from burra
shikar, whether human or quadruped.
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