The Blog of Henry David Thoreau: nothing so strange...Thoreau's Journal: 21-Feb-1842

2.21.2014

nothing so strange
...Thoreau's Journal: 21-Feb-1842

I must confess there is nothing so strange to me as my own body. I love any other piece of nature, almost, better.

3 comments:

huzzahh said...: hehe
this is confuzing
kk; Feb 22, 2010, 1:04:00 PM
michael jameson said...: the body dieing from birth,each cell replicating over and over, perfect from birth yet the replicating process is not perfect, new cells are made some imperfect and as we grow old our body changes as more and more of these cells are made,and far to soon we can only propagate the species and not ourselves. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com; Mar 1, 2010, 4:16:00 PM
Vel Xavier said...: The body: the ever-present challenge linking observer, and the observed. You, here, are no mere part of nature, but essential.; Feb 21, 2011, 5:30:00 AM

"Free in this world as the birds in the air, disengaged from every kind of chains, those who practice the yoga gather in Brahma the certain fruits of their works.

Depend upon it that, rude and careless as I am, I would fain practice the yoga faithfully.

The yogi, absorbed in contemplation, contributes in his degree to creation; he breathes a divine perfume, he hears wonderful things. Divine forms traverse him without tearing him, and united to the nature which is proper to him, he goes, he acts as animating original matter.

To some extent, and at rare intervals, even I am a yogi."

one of the native forces

“Thoreau was a surprising fellow—he is not easily grasped—is elusive: yet he is one of the native forces—stands for a fact, a movement, an upheaval: Thoreau belongs to America, to the transcendental, to the protesters: then he is an outdoor man: all outdoor men everything else being equal appeal to me. Thoreau was not so precious, tender, a personality as Emerson: but he was a force—he looms up bigger and bigger: his dying does not seem to have hurt him a bit: every year has added to his fame.”

~Walt Whitman as recorded by Horace Traubel

the simple print

The text is from The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, ed. Bradford Torrey and Francis Allen, 14 vols. (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1906).

Each blog post is an excerpt from that day's entry in the Journal, and although not necessarily the complete entry, it is an integral and intact section thereof.

"It was a pleasure and a privilege to walk with him. He knew the country like a fox or a bird, and passed through it as freely by paths of his own.... One must submit abjectly to such a guide, and the reward was great." -Emerson