Food for the Soul

i got lost in Jack London’s The Call of the Wild again… usually i don’t like quoting others on here – i try to avoid it as much as i can… but this, ah, it’s just too beautiful.

i can never ever get enough of this passage… thank you, Mr. London.
i want to bathe in those words… maybe some of you will understand.

Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.

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