Merton: "I thought--"Nobody ever comes here!" The marvelous quiet! The sweet scent of the (fields)--the clean stream, the peace, the inviolate solitude! And to think that no one pays attention to it. It is there and we despise it, and we never taste anything like it with our fuss and our books . . . " (Modified by CN)
"a group of passing monks . . . walk on, I wonder at them, their lightness, their lack of need . . . They have shed what others shed in dying. They will leave nothing material behind them to be divided, claimed or loved . . . I . . . wonder . . . what it would be in the West to step outside the chain of bequeathal and inheritance, as they do, until human artefacts mean nothing at all." Colin Thubron, "To a mountain in Tibet"