I’ve started re-reading some of the books I loved and kept from when I was younger. I think education is wasted on the young. I remember plowing through these books trying to determine what my teachers would think were the important parts. I seldom stopped to try and understand or test or evaluate the content for myself. Now I find real enjoyment in these reads. I find that I’m more enchanted and engaged.
For example, I’ve been reading Walden. I am in harmony with Thoreau and his love of the wilderness. I have my personal Walden Pond that I’d love to spend two years living beside. The way he resonates with my thoughts and feelings has obscured the fact that there is a certain arrogance in his observations. The cult of poverty is not the perfect solution to excess, it is only another way. I realize that I need to be careful of wholesale adoption of ideas that are in sync with mine. The more valuable are probably those I resist. Those will lead to more insight.
Yet, any friend with a wood lot that they’d let me mind for two year - let me know. I’d be glad to undertake the challenge.