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It's one of my favorite passages I read a long time ago.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.’ – Henry David Thoreau

Currently, I am living as in this passage.

quoted Ensayos sobre la libertad en un planeta frágil by José Ardillo

José Ardillo: Ensayos sobre la libertad en un planeta frágil (Spanish language, 2014, Ediciones el Salmón) 5 stars

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Igual que Hesiodo, Lao-Tzu o Thoreau. Mumford es uno de los sabios que se apartan, que aconsejan el retiro y la resistencia ante las escandalosas ambiciones de las élites en el poder.

En cierto modo su libro es un llamamiento al la desobediencia. como escribe Donald L. Miller en su biografía sobre Mumford:

Mumford vuelve al retiro y a la conversión --los métodos siempre apreciados por sacerdotes y profetas. históricamente, los movimientos revolucionarios que han tenido mas éxito, argumenta, fueron aquellos iniciados por individuos y pequeños grupos que horadaban los margenes del sistema de poder <>. Dicha estrategia no busca apoderarse del centro del poder sino alejarse de el y paralizarlo. En ese sentido Thoreau, no Marx, es el revolucionario más peligroso, pues Thoreau reconoció que la desobediencia es el primer paso hacia la autonomía.

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Woof of the sun, ethereal gauze,
Woven of Nature’s richest stuffs,
Visible heat, air-water, and dry sea,
Last conquest of the eye;
Toil of the day displayed, sun-dust,
Aerial surf upon the shores of earth,
Ethereal estuary, frith of light,
Breakers of air, billows of heat,
Fine summer spray on inland seas;
Bird of the sun, transparent-winged,
Owlet of noon, soft-pinioned,
From heath or stubble rising without song,—
Establish thy serenity o’er the fields.

"Haze" by

"I respect not his labors, his farm where every thing has its price; who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get any thing for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruits, but dollars; who loves not the beauty of his fruits, whose fruits are not ripe for him till they are turned to dollars."

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1/2 "...[I]t requires a particular alertness, if not devotion to these phenomena, to appreciate the wide-spread, but late and unexpected glory of the scarlet oaks... Most go in and shut their doors, thinking that bleak and colorless November has already come, when some of the most brilliant and memorable colors are not yet lit... The whole tree is much like a heart in form, as well as color. Was not this worth waiting for?"

(Autumnal Tints)

Wet scarlet oak leaves still attached to a low hanging branch; most are a bright red though some are still green and some are a deeper crimson.

🧵 Thinking about that time @thoreau and his brother John opened up a school in Concord, I think in 1838? Henry closed it 1841 or 42 after John got sick and died.

I've always been fond of the way Thoreau talks about and treats children (his relationship with 's youngest son is a good example). It gives a lot more weight to the things he wrote, like the following: