Simplify! Simplify! That is the escape from our present imbroglio.
Close this book and release your soul upon the rain that streams against your window. You are within walls, but there is rain upon the journeying wind; rain that brings a sense of moss-covered stones, of blind, dark turf, of vast rondures of drenched horizons.
Powys, John Cowper. A Philosophy of Solitude. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1933.