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about.

One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely,
for it furnishes nothing to make bones with"; and so he religiously
devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw
material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen,
which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow
along in spite of every obstacle. Some things are really necessaries
of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased, which in
others are luxuries merely, and in others still are entirely unknown.

The whole ground of human life seems to some to have been gone
over by their predecessors, both the heights and the valleys, and all
things to have been cared for. According to Evelyn, "the wise
Solomon prescribed ordinances for the very distances of trees; and
the Roman praetors have decided how often you may go into your
neighbor’s land to gather the acorns which fall on it without trespass,
and what share belongs to that neighbor." Hippocrates has even left
directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of
the fingers, neither shorter nor longer. Undoubtedly the very tedium
and ennui which presume to have exhausted the variety and the joys
of life are as old as Adam. But man’s capacities have never been
measured; nor are we to judge of what he can do by any precedents,
so little has been tried. Whatever have been thy failures hitherto, "be
not afflicted, my child, for who shall assign to thee what thou hast
left undone?"

We might try our lives by a thousand simple tests; as, for instance,
that the same sun which ripens my beans illumines at once a system
of earths like ours. If I had remembered this it would have prevented
some mistakes. This was not the light in which I hoed them. The
stars are the apexes of what wonderful triangles! What distant and
different beings in the various mansions of the universe are
contemplating the same one at the same moment! Nature and human
life are as various as our several constitutions. Who shall say what
prospect life offers to another? Could a greater miracle take place
than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant? We
should live in all the ages of the world in an hour; ay, in all the
worlds of the ages. History, Poetry, Mythology!- I know of no
reading of another’s experience so startling and informing as this
would be.

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul
to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good
behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You
may say the wisest thing you can, old man-you who have lived
seventy years, not without honor of a kind-I hear an irresistible voice
which invites me away from all that. One generation abandons the
enterprises of another like stranded vessels.

I think that we may safely trust a good deal more than we do. We
may waive just so much care of ourselves as we honestly bestow
elsewhere. Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our
strength. The incessant anxiety and strain of some is a well-nigh
incurable form of disease. We are made to exaggerate the
importance of what work we do; and yet how much is not done by
us! or, what if we had been taken sick? How vigilant we are!
determined not to live by faith if we can avoid it; all the day long on
the alert, at night we unwillingly say our prayers and commit
ourselves to uncertainties. So thoroughly and sincerely are we
compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of
change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as
there can be drawn radii from one centre. All change is a miracle to
contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.
Confucius said, "To know that we know what we know, and that we
do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge." When
one man has reduced a fact of the imagination to be a fact to his
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