We made fun of Jack and Jack and ate barbecue. In addition, his solution did nothing to ease the misery of anyone else, it only eased his. Thoreau defines the masses by the enormous populous of humans that settle in life. Thus, he was in the of saying, — Give me healthy senses, let me be thoroughly alive, and breathe freely in the very flood-tide of the living world. These take place only in communities where some have got more than is sufficient while others have not enough. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. If I ever see more clearly at one time than at another, the medium through which I see is clearer. We can have a life outside that drudgery. I could own a business, but it would unlikely give me the freedom I enjoy now. Would someone choose to end their life simply because life sucks and they see no hope for improvement? He just wants a nice girl, a modest house, and e decent job.
In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post-office. The Reality of realities is about to visit us and invite us to participate in the adventure that is the gospel. When the majority shall at length vote for the abolition of slavery, it will be because they are indifferent to slavery, or because there is but little slavery left to be abolished by their vote. Jackson Browne, an artist who was certainly influenced by the hippie culture, wrote the song in the mid-1970s after the crux of the hippie movement of the 1960s abated. As if the main object were to talk fast and not to talk sensibly.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. People that keep living their normal lives, hoping something will change, will never see change. Content to wander or meander through life, the mass of men lead lives focused on countless insipid amusements — all the while telling themselves they're having fun. Write something about yourself in relation to the daily. .
There is no play in them, for this comes after work. Broadcasting students at a small liberal arts college on the East Coast 50 years from now gotta know what it was like to live a life of local radio. Have we no culture, no refinement, — but skill only to live coarsely and serve the Devil? It remains to remind us of aboriginal nature. But it ends up dragging us down with all the rest. Want to be a good mom, have a moderately fulfilling job, decent financial security? He was not easy, not ample, not urbane, not even kind; his enjoyment was hardly smiling, or the smile was not broad enough to be convincing; he had no waste lands nor kitchen-midden in his nature, but was all improved and sharpened to a point. This is freaking me out.
It takes people who understand the technology, but it works. This is the logical next step for taking your dreams and putting them into reality, your own way. Henry David Thoreau would be appalled, but most amused, by your placing him in the company of Buffy. If that's all there is, then eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow you will die and go hell Isaiah 22:13. Although there are many great comments, I am only going to mention two.
As the time is short, I will leave out all the flattery, and retain all the criticism. But, wherever a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate odd-fellow society. A blue-robed man, whose fittest roof is the overarching sky which reflects his serenity. And pretend on how much they love their crappy jobs when everybody around them knows how much they hate it. Not having a roof over their head? Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one. Working with computers is boring.
What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. As we get older, we grow more resilient because we realize that things change and we realize that others are just like us even if they don't let it show. All of us, as Thoreau says, live lives of quiet desperation and, I might add, of not-so-quiet frustration. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. I learned it from a man named Tai Lopez. Write down each example and leave some space after it.