The human race is continually searching, searching for the one thing which has eluded generations, but only because they are looking in all the wrong places. It is as if they were to go to a grocery store knowing that they came for something but not remembering what it is. With eyes drifting across the shelf, they glance at the top and at the bottom just in case that one item was tucked away in some recess. Walking through the aisles their cart is filled with all sorts of products, but not one seems to be that for which they came. Upon arriving home they unload their newly acquired goods and enjoy them for a while, but they eventually realize that that one product is still missing.
10 March, 2000
Humanity is searching for simplicity in the midst of this life so full of complexity. In Henry David Thoreau’s “Where I Lived and What I Lived For” and Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s “The Channelled Whelk” the reader is exposed to two authors’ desire for simplicity and how they seek this. Although from different centuries, both authors have found similar sensations in nature to be calming and draw feelings of simplicity from it. One attempts to absorb the basis of life by changing surroundings and absorbing the simple things of this world. The other recognizes the way nature reminds humanity that the life within can retain lessons in simplicity and grace of the mind, heart, and environment. Continue reading