Thursday, November 28, 2013


November 28, 2013
Hudson Falls (aka Sandy Hill) NY

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

    HDT, Letter to H.G.O. Blake, December 6, 1856