A cannon blast through the heart of all that is dead and decaying.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Henry David Thoreau Wrote:

The winter was not given to us for no purpose. We must thaw its cold with our genialness. We are tasked to find out and appropriate all the nutriment it yields. If it is a cold and hard season, its fruit, no doubt, is the more concentrated and nutty. It took the cold and bleakness of November to ripen the walnut, but the human brain is the kernal which the winter itself matures. Not till then does its shell come off.

He also wrote:

Do not despair of life. You have no doubt force enough to overcome your obstacles. Think of the fox prowling through wood and field in a winter night for something to satisfy his hunger. Notwithstanding cold and hounds and traps, his race survives. I do not believe any of them ever committed suicide.

I will write more with this in mind in the near future.

AMC