Sublime

Pour lui, la vie de l’esprit était aussi naturelle qu’un arbre. C’est triste à dire, mais Thoreau mourut à moins de cinquante ans ; eût-il vécu plus longtemps, on aurait pu s’attendre à ce que ses intuitions déjà très inclassables s’épanouissent avec l’âge en des idées très pénétrantes et originales, à la manière du grand écrivain français qu’est

When we arrived, Black Elk was standing outside a shade made of pine boughs. It was noon. When we left, after sunset, Flying Hawk said, “That was kind of funny, the way the old man seemed to know you were coming!” My son remarked that he had the same impression; and when I had known the great old man for some years I was quite prepared to believe

Of course it was not I who cured. It was the power from the outer world, and the visions and ceremonies had only made me like a hole through which the power could come to the two-leggeds. If I thought that I was doing it myself, the hole would close up and no power could come through. Then everything I could do would be foolish.