That is how I like to begin each day. A day well begun, I say. And that is why I choose to remain here, on the slopes of the Santa Lucia, where to give thanks to the Creator comes natural and easy. Out yonder they may curse, revile and torture one another, defile all human instincts, make a shambles of creation (if it were in their power), but here, no, here it is unthinkable, here there is abiding peace, the peace of God, and the serene security created by a handful of good neighbors living at one with the creature world, with noble ancient trees, scrub and sage-brush, wild lilac and lovely birds, gophers and rattlesnakes, and sea and sky unending. — Henry Miller page 404, the final words of Big Sur And The Oranges Of Heironymus Bosch