The Cure: a stern and more than Spartan-like simplicity way of life with more elevation of purpose
I wanted to gain various perspectives relating to how some of the most prodigious thinkers accounted for their experience in life. So I picked up a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s book from the Oxford Exchange entitled Where I Lived, and What I Lived For. What I perceived to be a great message is to believe that each day contains an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than one has yet hoped to discover with joy.
And so he exclaims, “Simplicity, Simplicity, Simplicity!”
“I wished to live deliberately. Living is so dear. 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.”
“Every man is tasked to make his life, even its details, worthy of contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor.”
“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred million to a poetic or divine life.”
“The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. To be awake is to be alive. Morning is when I am awake and there is dawn in me. Renew thyself completely each day; do it again and again, and forever again. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night. Little is expected of that day if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius but by the mechanical nudging of some servitor, are not awakened by our own newly-acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music… and a fragrance filling the air – to a higher life than we fell asleep from.”
Life has just begun. Establish yourself in the present truth. May peace be with you.