like a dream
...Thoreau's Journal: 09-Sep-1851

There is a low vapor in the meadows beyond the depot, dense and white, though scarcely higher than a man’s head, concealing the stems of the trees. I see that the oaks, which are so dark and distinctly outlined, are illumined by the moon on the opposite side. This as I go up the back road. A few thin, ineffectual clouds in the sky. I come out thus into the moonlit night, where men are not, as if into a scenery anciently deserted by men. The life of men is like a dream. It is three thousand years since night has had possession. Go forth and hear the crickets chirp at night. Hear if their dynasty is not an ancient one and well founded. I feel the antiquity of the night. She surely repossesses herself of her realms, as if her dynasty were uninterrupted, or she had underlain the day.

1 comment:

michael jameson said...

it was here long before we were here and it will be here long after we are gone!, it will watch us make changes,war against each other commit acts of futility and reproduce, for nature is not right or wrong, it does not war over culture or economy, it is a live and let live society! it only takes what it needs, we refuse to learn from something we can destroy,i hope it laughs at us!. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com