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Higher
Laws
by Henry David Thoreau
Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is
never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.
Goodness is the only investment that never fails.
In the music of the harp which trembles round the
world it is the insisting on this which thrills us.
The harp is the traveling patterer for the
Universe's Insurance Company, recommending its
laws, and our little goodness is all the assessment
that we can pay. Though the youth at last grows
indifferent, the laws of the universe are not
indifferent, but are forever on the side of the
most sensitive. Listen to every zephyr for some
reproof, for it is surely there, and he is
unfortunate who does not hear it. We cannot touch a
string or move a stop but the charming moral
transfixes us. Many an irksome noise, go a long way
off, is heard as music, a proud sweet satire on the
meanness of our lives.
We are conscious of an animal in us, which
awakens in proportion as our higher nature
slumbers. It is reptile and sensual, and perhaps
cannot be wholly expelled; like the worms which,
even in life and health, occupy our bodies.
Possibly we may withdraw from it, but never change
its nature. I fear that it may enjoy a certain
health of its own; that we may be well, yet not
pure. The other day I picked up the lower jaw of a
hog, with white and sound teeth and tusks, which
suggested that there was an animal health and vigor
distinct from the spiritual. This creature
succeeded by other means than temperance and
purity. "That in which men differ from brute
beasts," says Mencius, "is a thing very
inconsiderable; the common herd lose it very soon;
superior men preserve it carefully." Who knows what
sort of life would result if we had attained to
purity? If I knew so wise a man as could teach me
purity I would go to seek him forthwith. "A command
over our passions, and over the external senses of
the body, and good acts, are declared by the Veda
to be indispensable in the mind's approximation to
God." Yet the spirit can for a time pervade and
control every member and function of the body, and
transmute what in form is the grossest sensuality
into purity and devotion. The generative energy,
which, when we are loose, dissipates and makes us
unclean, when we are continent invigorates and
inspires us. Chastity is the flowering of man; and
what are called genius, heroism, holiness, and the
like, are but various fruits which succeed it. Man
flows at once to God when the channel of purity is
open. By turns our purity inspires and our impurity
casts us down. He is blessed who is assured that
the animal is dying out in him day by day, and the
divine being established. Perhaps there is none but
has ill cause for shame on account of the inferior
and brutish nature to which he is allied. I fear
that we are such gods or demigods only as fauns and
satyrs, the divine allied to beasts, the creatures
of appetite, and that, to some extent, our very
life is our disgrace --
- "How happy's he who hath due place
assigned
- To his beasts and disafforested his mind!
...
- Can use his horse, goat, wolf, and ev'ry
beast,
- And is not ass himself to all the rest!
- Else man not only is the herd of swine,
- But he's those devils too which did
incline
- Them to headlong rage and made them
worse."
All sensuality is one, though it takes many
forms; all purity is one. It is the same whether a
man eat, or drink, or cohabit, or sleep sensually.
They are but one appetite, and we only need to see
a person do any one of these things to know how
great a sensualist he is. The impure can neither
stand nor sit with purity. When the reptile is
attacked at one mouth of his burrow, he shows
himself at another. If you would be chaste, you
must be temperate. What is chastity? How shall a
man know if he is chaste? He shall not know it. We
have heard of this virtue, but we know not what it
is. We speak conformably to the rumor which we have
heard. From exertion come wisdom and purity; from
sloth ignorance and sensuality. In the student
sensuality is a sluggish habit of mind. An unclean
person is universally a slothful one, one who sits
by a stove, whom the sun shines on prostrate, who
reposes without being fatigued. If you would avoid
uncleanness, and all the sins, work earnestly,
though it be at cleaning a stable. Nature is hard
to be overcome, but she must be overcome. What
avails that you are Christian, if you are not purer
than the heathen, if you deny yourself no more, if
you are not more religious? I know of many systems
of religion esteemed heathenish whose precepts fill
the reader with shame, and provoke him to new
endeavors, though it be to the performance of rites
merely.
I hesitate to say these things, but it is not
because of the subject, -- I care not how obscene
my words are, -- but because I cannot speak
of them without betraying my impurity. We discourse
freely without shame of one form of sensuality, and
are silent about another. We are so degraded that
we cannot speak simply of the necessary functions
of human nature. In earlier ages, in some
countries, every function was reverently spoken of
and regulated by law. Nothing was too trivial for
the Hindoo lawgiver, however offensive it may be to
modern taste. He teaches how to eat, drink,
cohabit, void excrement and urine, and the like,
elevating what is mean and does not falsely excuse
himself by calling these things trifles.
Every man is the builder of a temple, called his
body, to the god he worships, after a style purely
his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble
instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our
material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any
nobleness begins at once to refine a man's
features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute
them.
Excerpted from Walden, by
Henry David Thoreau
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Walden;
Or, Life in the
Woods,
by
Henry David Thoreau
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