Nice quote. It's a bit sad to think that in a generation or two there won't be readily accessible woods in which to retreat. I guess they can always meditate on a pot plant in their apartments.Hereandnow wrote: ↑July 12th, 2019, 9:23 amFrom Walden:Greta:
So there is sell-out, the trade-off. Selling our souls to the Devil. Selling our happiness for survival. It's about giving to Mammon, because if you don't, Mammon will personally come to your door and pulverise you and yours. It is being an animal to survive amongst animals until you no longer need to play those games (if they are not too conditioned already, hence unhappy retirees). That's the good part of getting old, being freed from the need to impress, or even express. Just to do and be and to actually notice what everyone is doing rather than checking them off.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...”
And Emerson's Nature:
Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.
Romantic ideas, no doubt. But to truly retire from the pettiness of this world, one should, I think, realize first that that pettiness is not the world. It never was.
I'm not sure I understand what you mean that pettiness was never part of this world. It seems to me that pettiness is very much part of the world for the young and the young-thinking - part of the squabbling and struggling that the inexperienced need to do to find a place in the world. One becomes less petty with the acceptance of how things are, which age often brings. I may be misinterpreting what you mean, though.