Chapter 50 lonely - 2

"Unseemly mourning consumes sorrow; In the land of the living their days are short, O beautiful daughter of Tuscal. " Some of my happiest hours were during the long storms in spring and autumn, which kept me indoors morning and afternoon, comforted only by the incessant rain and howling; The twilight during which many ideas took root and developed themselves.In the torrential rain from the northeast, all the houses in the village have been tested. The maids have already carried buckets and mops to prevent the flood from entering the gate. I am sitting behind the door of my small house, and there is only this one door, but appreciate the protection it affords me.During a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightning struck a pine tree on the other side of the lake, from top to bottom, making a deep spiral groove an inch or more deep and four or five inches wide. It's like the slots you carve into a walking stick.I passed it again that day, and was amazed when I looked up to see this trace, eight years before, of a dreadful and irresistible thunderstorm, now more clearly than ever.People often say to me, "I think you must be lonely living there, and you always want to be close to people, especially on rainy and snowy days and nights." My throat was itchy and I wanted to answer like this, ——The whole earth we live in is but a speck in the universe.There is a star over there, our astronomical instruments have not been able to measure how big it is, do you think how far apart the two most distant residents on it can be?How can I feel lonely?Isn't our earth in the galaxy?What you're asking seems like the least important question to me.What kind of space can separate people from the crowd and make people feel lonely?I have discovered that no matter how hard two legs try, they cannot bring two hearts closer together.Who would we most like to live next door to?Not everyone likes the station, the post office, the bar, the meeting place, the school, the grocery store, the Beacon Mountain, or the Five Points District. Although people often meet there, people are more willing to be close to the different places of life. In our experience, we often feel the need for the exhausted source of nature, like a willow by the water must have stretched its roots in the direction of water.People have different personalities, so their needs are very different, but a wise man must dig his cellar in the inexhaustible source of nature... One night, on the way to Walden Pond, I met a fellow citizen , he had amassed what he called "a very considerable estate," though I never got a good look at it, and he asked me how I figured it out the other night when he was driving a pair of cattle to market, Would you rather give up so many pleasures in life?I replied, I'm sure I like the way I live; I'm not kidding.So I went home, went to bed, and let him walk in the mud of the night to Brighton—or, rather, to the City of Light—and probably won't get there until daybreak.

For a dead person, any awakening, or vision of resurrection, makes all times and places insignificant.All the same where this may happen, there is inexpressible delight to our senses.But most of us let only superficial, fleeting things be our jobs.In fact, these are what keep us distracted.The thing closest to everything is the one force that created it all.Secondly, the laws of the universe close to us are constantly working.The next thing that is close to us is not the craftsmen we employ, although we like to talk to them, but the master craftsman, and we ourselves are his creations. "Gods and ghosts are virtues, and they are so prosperous."

"Look at it but never see it, listen to it but never hear it, appreciate it and never leave it behind." "Let the people of the world dress brightly and dress up, and carry on the sacrifices, as if they were on top of it, as if they were on their left and right sides.