Consider that the perpetual admonition of Nature to us is, The world is new, untried. Do not believe the past. I give you the Universe new & unhandselled every hour. You think in your idle hours that there is literature, history, science, behind you so accumulated as to exhaust thought & prescribe your own future & the future. In your sane hour you shall see that not a line has yet been written; that for all the poetry that is in the world your first sensation on entering a wood or standing on the shore of a lake has not been chaunted yet. It remains for you, so does all thought, all object, all life remain unwritten still. And yet for all this it must be owned that Literature has truly told us that the cock crows in the mornings.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks 7:17