Los hombres estiman la verdad que es remota, en las afueras del sistema, detrás de la estrella más lejana, antes de Adán y después del último hombre.En la eternidad hay desde luego algo verdadero y sublime.Pero todos estos y tiempos y lugares y ocasiones son aquí y ahora.Dios mismo culmina en el momento presente y nunca será más divino en el transcurso de todas las edades.
HDT (Walden, Capítulo 2, traducción Guillermo Ruiz)
Fotografía de Richard B. Primack
Fotografía de Richard B. Primack
Primera vez aquí 16 de mayo de 2010:
Diario 14 de Julio de 1854.Viernes
Despierto a un día de lluvia abundante-muy necesaria. Ninguna de la que hablar durante casi un mes, creo. El día más frío y en calma tiene un efecto favorable sobre mis ánimos.
Se detiene de vez en cuando, y entonces cae una lluvia fina y vaporosa. Se deposita sobre los brotes rojizos de algunas hierbas, gruesa y blancuzca como telas de araña matinales. La calma es muy relajante. Esta es una lluvia veraniega. La tierra está siendo rociada. No hay ninguna tormenta o violencia para ella. La salud es una relación de sentido con la naturaleza.
HDT
Despierto a un día de lluvia abundante-muy necesaria. Ninguna de la que hablar durante casi un mes, creo. El día más frío y en calma tiene un efecto favorable sobre mis ánimos.
Se detiene de vez en cuando, y entonces cae una lluvia fina y vaporosa. Se deposita sobre los brotes rojizos de algunas hierbas, gruesa y blancuzca como telas de araña matinales. La calma es muy relajante. Esta es una lluvia veraniega. La tierra está siendo rociada. No hay ninguna tormenta o violencia para ella. La salud es una relación de sentido con la naturaleza.
HDT
(traducción Guillermo Ruiz)
Shams and delusions are esteemed for soundest truths, while reality is
fabulous. If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow
themselves
to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would
be
like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments. If we
respected
only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would
resound
along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that
only
great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that
petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This
is always exhilarating and sublime. By closing the eyes and slumbering,
and consenting to be deceived by shows, men establish and confirm their
daily life of routine and habit everywhere, which still is built on
purely
illusory foundations. Children, who play life, discern its true law and
relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who
think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure. I have
read
in a Hindoo book, that "there was a king's son, who, being expelled in
infancy from his native city, was brought up by a forester, and,
growing
up to maturity in that state, imagined himself to belong to the
barbarous
race with which he lived. One of his father's
ministers
having discovered him, revealed to him what he was, and the
misconception
of his character was removed, and he knew himself to be a prince. So
soul,"
continues the Hindoo philosopher, "from the circumstances in which it
is
placed, mistakes its own character, until the truth is revealed to it
by
some holy teacher, and then it knows itself to be Brahme."(25)
I perceive that we inhabitants of New England live this mean life that
we do because our vision does not penetrate the surface of things. We
think
that that is which appears to be. If a man should walk
through
this town and see only the reality, where, think you, would the
"Mill-dam"
go to? If he should give us an account of the realities he beheld
there,
we should not recognize the place in his description. Look at a
meeting-house,
or a court-house, or a jail, or a shop, or a dwelling-house, and say
what
that thing really is before a true gaze, and they would all go to
pieces
in your account of them. Men esteem truth remote, in the outskirts of
the
system, behind the farthest star, before Adam and after the last man.
In
eternity there is indeed something true and sublime. But all these
times
and places and occasions are now and here. God himself culminates in
the
present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the
ages.
And we are enabled to apprehend at all what is sublime and noble only
by
the perpetual instilling and drenching of the reality that surrounds
us.
The universe constantly and obediently answers to our conceptions;
whether
we travel fast or slow, the track is laid for us. Let us spend our
lives
in conceiving then. The poet or the artist never yet had so fair and
noble
a design but some of his posterity at least could accomplish it.
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