Si respetáramos solo lo que es inevitable y tiene derecho a existir, la música y la poesía resonarían en las calles
HDT (Walden, Capítulo 2)
[21] 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.
(Walden)
El conocimiento no nos llega por los detalles sino por entregas de los dioses
HDT
El conocimiento no nos llega por los detalles sino en destellos de luz del cielo
HDT
(Life without Principle)
Lo que hacemos mejor o más perfectamente es lo que hemos aprendido más detalladamente por la práctica más continuada, y al final cae de nosotros sin avisarlo, como una hoja de un árbol
HDT
(Diario 11 de marzo de 1859)
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