He went back the way he had come, again
taking his time, seeing everything now from its opposite side. It was as though
he made the place dimensional and substantial by his walking both ways over it,
granting it the same interest in going as he had in coming. To his mind it was
old beyond knowing and yet new, timeless and yet momentary, so that watching it
as once more it opened before him, old as he was, he was renewed.
Wendell Berry, “At Home”
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