"he is living proof you can find contentment outside the accumulation of things. the closest i've come to this sort of thinking as pondering the writings of henry thoreau. but i went to walden pond a year ago, just to see and feel the place, just to walk alone around the water, and they've made a suburb out of it. it hurts to hear the traffic rolling in through the trees. people commute from the land of thoreau's solitude to boston, to work at banks, to work at law firms. and i wonder if walden exists anymore. i am not talking about the real walden, the one in boston; i am talking about the earth god meant to speak before we finished his sentence."
-donald miller from through painted deserts
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