What I have been preparing to say is this, in wildness is the preservation of the world . . . Life consists of wildness. The most alive is the wildest. Not yet subdued by man, its presence refreshes him. . . . When I would re-create myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter as a sacred place, a Sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow, of Nature. In short, all good things are wild and free.