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11_08_05

Mornings, fan club

Thoreau understood what Mornings are. Remix:
The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. 
I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks. All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere.There is something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning."
Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour.
All poets and heroes are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise.
Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music and a fragrance filling the air--to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less than the light. 
That man, 
 who does not believe that each day contains an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than he .. has .. yet .. profaned
   has despaired of life
and is pursuing a descending and
darkening way.
Morning brings back the heroic ages.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men.
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

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