
What i think is the best life , oh without even the slightest shadow of a doubt, is a life made up of long years of being in touch with nature out of doors - and with the something on high - unfathomable, 'awfully Unnameable', because one cannot find a name for it - above that nature.
This is the opening line of a letter that Vincent Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo, how heavy and how true.