Thought Food
Perhaps I am more than usually jealous of my freedom. I feel that my connections with and obligations to society are at present very slight and transient. Those slight labors which afford me a livelihood, and by which I am serviceable to my contemporaries, are as yet a pleasure to me, and I am not often reminded that they are a necessity. So far I am successful, and only he is successful in his business who makes that pursuit which affords him the highest pleasure sustain him. But I foresee that if my wants should be much increased the labor required to supply them would become a drudgery. If I should sell both my forenoons and afternoons to society, neglecting my peculiar calling, there would be nothing left worth living for. I trust that I shall never thus sell my birthright for a mess of pottage.H. Thoreau
10 January, 1851
I was just about to comment on one of Brian’s posts. Then I realized he probably has no idea who I am. How weird is the internet?
I think he’d probably know who you were if he’s met you. He might need a reminder, at most.
Anyway, the internet is very weird. It gives you a sense of knowing people you don’t really know. Unlike the way you feel you know the people in movies, on tv and in bands, the people you feel you know through the internet usually aren’t celebrities.