If I Could Rewrite Thoreau . . .

. . . I would write him thusly:

I went on the road 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 practice 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, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

Just a few changes, that’s all.

Little To Post

Jelly Donut! I haven’t had much to say in the recent months. Not quite sure why, and I am surprised I have so little to say these days. Mostly I guess it’s because I’ve said what I wanted to.

Then again, I do get the hankering to say something, but it usually seems to be about some personal observation that has little to do with travel or politics.

Strange that.