): So we saunter toward the Holy Land, till one day the sun shall shine more brightly than ever he has done, shall perchance shine into our minds and hearts, and light up our whole lives with a great awakening light, as warm and serene and golden as on a bankside in autumn.
I picked this little book up the other day with reason.
Recently I read Gros' A Philosophy of Walking which associated walking with creative thinking and returning to nature.
Living in the outskirts of Dallas I figured I should give it a try.
I can easily walk ten, fifteen, twenty, any number of miles, commencing at my own door, without going by any house, without crossing a road except where the fox and the mink do: first along by the river, and then the brook, and then the meadow and the woodside.
There are square miles in my vicinity which have no inhabitant.There, just five miles out of town, my husband and I felt like the only two people on the planet. Thoreau suggests that West and Wild are essentially the same thing.And after ten more we seemed to have become a part of our surroundings: weaving our way between thorny bushes, or following the dry wash where once we saw two deer, or sitting on a rock and simply listening. That man has been drawn to the West even before the discovery of the New World, always seeking to meet that setting sun that is just ahead of us.Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.I love to walk so I had no problem agreeing with much of what Thoreau says in the first part of this essay.Moreover, you must walk like a camel, which is said to be the only beast which ruminates when walking.Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least—and it is commonly more than that—sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.A people who would begin by burning the fences and let the forest stand!I saw th This essay by Henry David Thoreau is about the author's joy in living in nature and in the present.I usually travel by bicycle, but recently had my doubts about of its value over my life and limb.Last month a car, which was behind me, ran a stop sign and ran over the rear end of my bike, with me on it.