I sit in my boat on Walden playing the flute this evening and see the perch, which I seem to have charmed, hovering
around me, and the moon traveling over the ribbed bottom, and feel that nothing but the wildest imagination can conceive of the manner of life we are living. Nature is a wizard. The Concord nights are stranger than the Arabian night. — Thoreau May 27, 1841

“It is thus that almost every morning, when I first awaken,I have a feeling of total clarity as to the sense of life,
a feeling of myself and the universe as a matter of the utmost simplicity.“I” and “That which is” are the same. Always have been and always will be. I could say that what constitutes me is the same jazz that constitutes the cosmos,
and that there is simply nothing special to be achieved, realized, or performed. And so also Emerson, in his essay on “Self- Reliance”:” 

“I served my apprenticeship and have since done considerable journeywork in the huckleberry field. Though I never paid for my schooling and clothing in that way, it was some of the best schooling that I got and paid for itself.
“Huckleberries,” p. 26”

Thoreau’s Essay: Huckleberries (esri)

Classic, weird 1975 video artifact. Make of it what you will.

Uses a science fiction device of time-travel to present the thought of Henry David Thoreau. Stages a visit between Thoreau and four present-day distinguished personages (David Brower, B. F. Skinner, Rosa Parks, Elliot Richardson), set in his cabin at Walden Pond.

But don’t excuse him either, Michelle Nijhuis says: “In reexamining the limitations of its icons, the conservation movement has a chance to broaden its own vision.” (The Atlantic)