We do not commonly live our life out and full; we do not fill all our pores with our blood; we do not inspire and expire fully and entirely enough , so that the wave, the comber, of each inspiration shall break on our extremest shores, rolling 'til it meets the sand which bounds us, and the sound of the surf comes back to us. Might not a bellows assist us to breathe? That our breathing should create a wind on a calm day We live but a fraction of our life. Why do we not let on the flood, raise the gates, and set all our wheels in motion? He that has ears to hear, let him hear.~Thoreau
3 comments:
In other words:
Go surf.
Go solo.
Go left.
Go right.
Just go.
I had no idea Thoreau was a surfer... Nice art, by the way!
Save your gas today Doc.
Hailing it was, too. Thanks for Thoreau - I put him on my Thoreau blog. Jackie thesalp
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