Soon the child's 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been withdrawn.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 become seekers.
------ Peter Matthiessen