NOTES OF WALDEN IN THE WOODS
NOTES OF WALDEN (IN THE WOODS)
By : Henry David Thaureau.
Prepared by: Sahar Khursheed, Islamic Fine Artist/Analyst/writer.
Has worked for persian magazine ‘pen-art’ as colleague with Ustaz Hojat Amani of Iran.
One of the presenters and Initiator of Idea upon Operating Geometry at Workshop of 3d Geometry on Cricular surface/Dome Design, in Islamic Arts Department of Visual Studies University of Karachi.
HIS LOVE FOR THE BELIEF THAT HE IS GOD’S CREATION; AND IS DIVINE TO SOME EXTENT;
How godlike, how immortal, is he? See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination—what
Wilberforce is there to bring that about? Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates! As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
HIS LOVE FOR PLAY WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY INVOLVED;
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.
In winters we eat a lot and in summer we eat less, so for instance if we lived in a jungle with fire as heat provider, we’ll have advantage in winter as to no excessive food intake, no need of too much clothes and shelter comes as a package.
All costume off a man is pitiful or Grotesque(fantastically ugly). It is only the serious eye peering from and the sincere life passed within it which
By : Henry David Thaureau.
Prepared by: Sahar Khursheed, Islamic Fine Artist/Analyst/writer.
Has worked for persian magazine ‘pen-art’ as colleague with Ustaz Hojat Amani of Iran.
One of the presenters and Initiator of Idea upon Operating Geometry at Workshop of 3d Geometry on Cricular surface/Dome Design, in Islamic Arts Department of Visual Studies University of Karachi.
HIS LOVE FOR THE BELIEF THAT HE IS GOD’S CREATION; AND IS DIVINE TO SOME EXTENT;
How godlike, how immortal, is he? See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. Self-emancipation even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination—what
Wilberforce is there to bring that about? Think, also, of the ladies of the land weaving toilet cushions against the last day, not to betray too green an interest in their fates! As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
HIS LOVE FOR PLAY WITHOUT TECHNOLOGY INVOLVED;
From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.
In winters we eat a lot and in summer we eat less, so for instance if we lived in a jungle with fire as heat provider, we’ll have advantage in winter as to no excessive food intake, no need of too much clothes and shelter comes as a package.
All costume off a man is pitiful or Grotesque(fantastically ugly). It is only the serious eye peering from and the sincere life passed within it which