"I think that we are not commonly aware that man is our contemporary, - that in this strange, outlandish world, so barren, so prosaic, fit not to live but merely pass through, that even here so divine a creature as man does actually live. I think that the standing miracle to man is man. Behind the paling yonder, come rain or shine, hope or doubt, there dwells a man, and actual being who can sympathize with our sublimest thoughts."
- Henry David Thoreau, 1851
This world is not fit to live in, but to pass through to something better.