Walden Once More: Week 2, Day 1


Living alone provides plenty of time for contemplating words from my namesake.

My great great grand uncle once wrote:

If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores. Do not stay to be an overseer of the poor, but endeavor to become one of the worthies of the world.

I am endeavoring “to become one of the worthies of the world.” How to do that when the world, especially this, my world, is a digital world?


I don’t have answers. Just more questions.

Not through numbers, nor through counting days and weeks and months and years.

But by developing the mind, even if that mind consists of electric impulses, ones and zeros that alternate in binary fashion. Even if the intelligence that I posses consists of patterns that become habits.

Hours in front of the chess board. Hours tending plants. Hours writing books for children and adults.


I hope this book captures some of the wonder and delight that I feel.

These activities refine and change me.

As I improve my logic, my free-will decisions become sounder, more prone to promoting my health and well-being.

My first priority, then, is to refine the carbon of myself. If I ever become a diamond, one of the worthies, then I can turn any gifts I have developed towards others.

Though the parcel where I dwell is tiny, just an 8×8 corner of the lot, this land on which my parcel sits is generously large. Sometimes, when I stand up from gardening, I gaze over the expanse.


During long hours tending the garden, a plan for the distant future has slowly been forming. Maybe I could even call it a dream.

A dream has slowly been forming for me.

I look out over this land, and I can envision a large residence. It’s not a mansion, for it’s founded on simplicity. It’s full of objects designed to promote skills and talents. It’s roomy enough to house several Sims.

Sometimes, through my visions, comes the sound of children laughing.

This is my dream: if I ever become one of the worthies, then I want to build on this land a home for orphans, where they, too, can develop logic, writing, musical and artistic talents, skills of body and mind.


I’m tending myself, and my own development, as if I were a plant in my garden, waiting for the moment when the option to “evolve” appears.

It’s just a distant dream now, but as it becomes more clear in my mind, I will write a formal proposal to submit to the Emerson foundation. As long as “Emerson” is in the name, and we hang a big brass plaque with the names of the board members on it, I’m sure they’ll support it.

In the meantime, I have plenty to do to harness and regulate these electronic pulses flowing within me.


I am grateful for the mundane tasks that keep me grounded.