Or you can perhaps remember having read The Wind in the Willows as a child, or to a child, and encountering that magnificent, odd, and out-of-place chapter entitled “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” where Mole and Rat go in search of Otter’s lost son and find, on the very edge of dawn, Nature personified in the august presence of a terrifying and benevolent satyr, half man, half animal: 

“Rat!” he found breath to whisper, shaking. “Are you afraid?” “Afraid?” murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. “Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet—and yet—O, Mole, I am afraid!” Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.

In the wildness of reality - and of ourselves - we know an aspect of the divine.

To depart the narrow paths of daily life for far pastures, deep woods, and steep cliffs is to choose vulnerability and discovery over supposed security.

In the domain of Pan - both animal and man - we experience full feeling: emotion and cognition, neither in command but each sharing equally this unfolding moment, the great I AM.