The unclouded mind,
serene, pure, ineffable
like the western sky.
January 17, 2021
January 17, 2021
January 17, 2021
In proportion as I have celestial thoughts, is the necessity for me to be out and behold the western sky sunset these winter days. That is the symbol of the unclouded mind that knows neither winter nor summer. January 17, 1852
Human beings with whom I have no sympathy are far stranger to me than inanimate matter, — rocks or earth. Looking on the last, I feel comparatively as if I were with my kindred. January 17, 1854
As the skies appear to a man, so is his mind. Some see only clouds there; some, prodigies and por tent; some rarely look up at all; their heads, like the brutes, are directed toward earth. Some behold their serenity, purity, beauty ineffable. January 17, 1852
January 17, 2014
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau"A book, each page written in its own season,out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2016
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