Hat Tip: Beth at Louie, Louie
I live in the woods out of necessity. I get out of bed in the middle of the night because it is imperative that I hear the silence of the night, alone, and, with my face on the floor, say psalms, alone, in the silence of the night.
“It is necessary for me to live here alone without a woman, for the silence of the forest is my bride and the sweet dark warmth of the whole world is my love, and out of the heart of that dark warmth comes the secret that is heard only in silence, but it is the root of all the secrets that are whispered by all the lovers in their beds all over the world. I have an obligation to preserve the stillness, the silence, the poverty, the virginal point of pure nothingness which is at the center of all other loves. I cultivate this plant silently in the middle of the night and water it with psalms and prophecies in silence. It becomes the most beautiful of all the trees in the garden, at once the primordial paradise tree, the axis mundi, the cosmic axle, and the Cross. Nulla silva talem profert [No tree brings forth such].
“It is necessary for me to see the first point of light which begins to be dawn. It is necessary to be present alone at the resurrection of Day, in the solemn silence at which the sun appears, for at this moment all the affairs of cities, of governments, of war departments, are seen to be the bickerings of mice. I receive from the Eastern woods, the tall oaks, the one word DAY, which is never the same. It is always in a totally new language. “
Thanks for the hat tip, Paul but fortunately I do have a woman. Hmm, “have” sounds possessive – let’s say I live with my wife, lover, and best friend (and that’s just one person – we are not talking about the “Alabama-Three-Way). I also USED to do a little cultivating until some young boys starting driving all over the place on their ATVs. They seem to have lost interest in the ATVs now since they discovered girls, so whonose – I mean who knows, may try a little cultivating again sometime .
the hat tip was actually a link to the blawg louie, louie, louie louie, with you in mind though, being hte spiritual woodsman of the world that you are, your dudeness.