I never thought that the Ralph Waldo Emerson my old middle school used to be named after was such a complex thinker, such a multi-demensional mind, such a pioneer in the exquisite art form of writing. The portion of his mind-boggeling essay, Nature, that we were asked to read was one of the most plainly stated, yet thoroughly complex pieces I think I've ever read. Not to make a completely superficial comparison, but I reminded me of Inception, so many layers, yet all tied together to mean one thing! It starts off rather quaint with a sentence: "To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society". Immediately, in an instant, it's clear what the essay's about. But as it continues, the level ground you thought you once had with his writing is gone-- at least for me. Emerson seemed to through so many ideas in the short snippet I read, yet, they all relate together hand and hand, not just to the topic, but to each other...hence, the name "Nature" because everything forms as one in harmony, right? Each sentence was well constructed, I feel as if he wrote this so it could not be fully declared as one specific meaning, but instead like an allegory, or a great debate-- something that can never truly be determined or eternally changing, like the seasons, or maybe, somewhere, under all those pretty sounding words and imagery, is just the true meaning of man and nature? One may never know.