This passage from a Wallace Stevens essay moved me, in part because I have been in the Connecticut visiting my mom, family and the land of my origin. It also strikes me that all of those writing instructors that I have had, who kept trying to remove almost every comma from my writing, were wrong. Notice how lovely the abundant use of commas make this piece, and how hard it would be to create as lovely an essay if it was attempted without them.
"I was not myself born in the state. There is nothing that gives the feel of Connecticut, like coming home to it. . .
"One could say in a few words that Connecticut is an industrial and business center. That would leave out the saltwater of Noank and Stonington, the hills in which the various Cornwalls are situated, the sense of being on high land, of being on a rich plateau, at Pomfret, the rare rich fields over East, the heights and depths of our Western and part of our Northern borders, the special river countries of the Housatonic and the Thames. Yet to return to these places would not be quite what I had in mind when I spoke of the coming home that gives one the feel of Connecticut. What I have in mind is something deeper that nothing can ever change or remove. It is a question of coming home to our American self in the sort of place in which it was formed. Going back to Connecticut is a return to an origin. And, as it happens, it is an origin that many all over the world, both those who have been a part of us, and those who have not, share in common: an origin of hardihood, good faith, and good will."