Things do not change; we change
If I (was) a spider, the world would be just as large to me
Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. God will see that you do not want society. If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
by Henry David Thoreau
(July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862)
from Walden: Or Life in the Woods
Conclusion
November 10th, 2009 at 4:45 am
Oh dearie me, he clearly didn’t have my handbag problem!
November 10th, 2009 at 5:01 am
Now you’ve got me imagining Thoreau with a handbag.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:11 am
It would make a wonderful painting!
November 11th, 2009 at 1:48 am
Clarissa – Do you think the spider might be one of these? Spider pic on pg 2.
November 11th, 2009 at 2:35 am
Read it on the hot foot, but will return to digest more diligently. Wonderful piece that all should read. I must say, at a glance, it does seem like ‘one of them’. The colouring and the ‘stiletto heels’.
Just to return to Thoreau, (gorgeous name for a spider) there is much in that piece to which you pointed me, that weaves in with this, umm, ‘Quote Snack’. I certainly recognise ‘one of them’ in the text. The web is an amazing place