Saunter into
Fantasy
In Henry Thoreau’s ebook, Walking, where he describes the
sensation of sauntering. Sauntering, Thoreau describes as one being able to a “Holy
Land.” It is where the mind and body goes when one simply walks through the
wilderness, where one can escape the inauthenticity of manmade crap. It is,
seemingly, a divine transcendence from the synthetics of societal constructions.
I cannot
exactly say that I enjoyed reading the passage. It was a bit…irritating. His
writing was, I mean, and his repetitious reference to the Holy Land. He said something
along the lines of, only true saunterers can reach the Holy Land. What the hell
is the Holy Land though? Is it some kind of fantasy world where dreams are like
rainbows that shoot out of your ass? What is it? Okay yeah, I understand that
walking and appreciating the beauty of nature before industrialism, or where
industrialism has not hit, yet, is perhaps a wondrous experience. Enveloping
oneself in the trees and animals, and rivers, yadda yadda yadda…. that’s all
fine and well and I totally agree, but what really is this Holy Land that
Thoreau is so adamant about?
I like
taking walks. They soothe me. I can escape sometimes and notice things that, in
the midst of my everyday routine, I probably wouldn’t normally have noticed
before. So yeah, I rather enjoy walks and getting lost, finding new things, and
experiencing something new, but does it take me to a “Holy Land?” Well, I don’t
know because the question still remains: what is the Holy Land? Do we all
individually possess our own or is it just a vast city of unleashed grandeur
fantasies?
Honestly,
what it sounds like to me is some sort of make-believe world people make up so
that they won’t have to endure reality. Sort of like a Narnia, or Atlantis. I
like the idea. I really do. I just don’t like Thoreau or his diction, plain and
simple.
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