Nostalgia del Reino

I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

de Henry David Thoreau, Walden

De entre las cosas que más me ha fascinado de Thoreau está su capacidad para pasar rápidamente del cielo a la tierra, de lo más sublime a calcular cuántos dólares ha ganado vendiendo las habichuelas que cultivó. ¿Es esa la perfección? ¿Tener tu mente, tu alma, en los cielos, y tus pies firmemente anclados en la Tierra, lo bastante fuerte como para soportar todas las embestidas de este mundo?

After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what — how — when — where? But there was dawning Nature, in whom all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no question on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to Nature and daylight.

de Henry David Thoreau, Walden