EVERY leaf and blade of grass swarms with life, the earth is alive and stirs beneath me, everything rings in one chord, then the soul rejoices and flies in the immeasurable space around me. There is no up and down any more, no beginning and no end, I hear and feel the living breath of God . . ." Dr. Leary? Alan Watts? No; it was thus, in 1802, that a 25-year- old painter named Philipp Otto Runge set down his ecstatic nature worship in a letter to his elder brother. It may be that Runge...
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