to pack it in and find someplace in the mountains where I can live off the fat of the land. That is the Romantic dream, to become one with nature in an idyllic locale far off the beaten path, far from all the chaos in my own world and the constant stresses and anxieties that grip my soul. �I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,� W.B. Yeats wrote. In �Innisfree,� one�s mind is free, and residents of the lake isle there are fully attuned to the �lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore.� In my bucolic splendor, I too would live among the birds and beasts of the realm, alone with only my thoughts, a notebook, and the Earth�s resplendence. enna than nadakum nadaktumey bfdh fjhf fkdfs fkijd fdidfj