Somewhere I Belong
Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his finity, - the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of the storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heaven's artillery, - but the most tremendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence... Strange thoughts arise unsummoned, and the mystery of all things strives for utterance...
...it is then, if ever, man walks alone with God.
Jack London, "The White Silence"