methinks I should hear with indifference if a trustworthy messenger were to inform me that the sun drowned himself last night
12.29.2007
Thoreau's Journal: 29-Dec-1853
We survive, in one sense, in our posterity and in the continuance of our race, but when a race of men, of Indians for instance, becomes extinct, is that not the end of the world for them? Is not the world forever beginning and coming to an end, both to men and races? Suppose we were to foresee that the Saxon race to which we belong would become extinct the present winter,—disappear from the face of the earth,—would it not look to us like the end of the world? Such is the prospect of the Indians.
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