Give the title fоr the quоte: In the wоods, we return to reаson аnd fаith. there I feel that nothing can befal me in life, --no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, --my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egoism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.