I am grateful for what I am and have. My
thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with
nothing definite - only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am
ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to
think of! my extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that
there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O
how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can
drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.
Henry
D Thoreau
