I have decided to begin the undertaking of Walden. There are too many people around me living in the most typical way possible, that is to say, without thinking(.) about their behaviours, the motivations behind their behaviours, and whether or not any of it matters in the eternal timeline of things.
Walden is perfect as an antidote to daily exposure to the ramblings of the over-predictable and thoughtless. For they live so undeliberately, it seems to me that they must be running on autopilot all the time. The kind who, not having lived, would also have failed thoroughly in discovering it.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
I do not see why I am being punished for being transcendental.
I am not like you, nor do I strive to be.