And what will become of this Syrian boy who sold me postcards I cannot say, but “where the heart is, there the muses, there the gods sojourn, and not in any geography of fame.
Epaminondas, brave and affectionate, does not seem to us to need Olympus to die upon, nor the Syrian sunshine. He lies very well where he is. The Jerseys were handsome ground enough for Washington to tread, and London streets for the feet of Milton.
That country is the fairest, which is inhabited by the noblest minds. The pictures which fill the imagination in reading the actions of Pericles, Xenophon, Columbus, Bayard, Sidney, Hampden, teach us how needlessly mean our life is, that we, by the depth of our living, should deck it with more than regal or national splendor, and act on principles that should interest man and nature in the length of our days.
Excerpts from “On Heroism”, an essay by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Child of the Desert
Photo from my Middle East trip, November 2004 - TS Evans
For Laura’s project, A Trip Through My Eyes.