October 05, 2005

Ch. 18. Conclusion

"Shall a man go and hang himself because he belongs to the race of pygmies, and not be the biggest pygmy that he can? Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made."

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer."

Most of this section made me realize what a liberal Thoreau was. He is basically saying to be your own person, do what you want and do it well. "It's like that can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kinda stuff." He's saying that people get so caught up on material and worldy things, they forget to stop and think about what is going on in their own mind. And to Thoreau, that was the biggest gift of all. To be able to look inside yourself, and be the person that you were made to be. It's ok to have big dreams, and it's ok to try and accomplish them. I think it's better to strive for the biggest dream and fail, then never to try at all, because that definetly won't get you anywhere.

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Ch. 13. House-Warming

"I withdrew yet father into my shell, and endeavored to keep a bright fire both within my house and within my breast. My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed."

This entire chapter was about him building a chimney and a fire. Fire in general has to be the greatest accomplishment anyone living in the wilderness can achieve. Only, this fire, symbolized his life in the woods. Steady, and undying. Something that only a person that lived as he did could understand. The structure of his chimney,I think means that he has beaten the odds, he is surviving winter, and he's loving it. He loves the simple things in life. His entire house was one room. And to some, that doesn't mean much, but to him, it was better then any palace money could afford. When he burned different types of wood, he generalized which woods burned for length, which for heat, and which for both. The fire is really inside him, never burning out completely, and leaving him with hope and warmth that there are better days for mankind to come.

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