Henry David Thoreaus Walden, The Missing Chapter

Recently historians have found the missing chapter to Thoreaus classic, Walden...

As I sat in my small cabin I reflect of my times in these woods. It has been long and hard living on my own, but for the most part it has been most amusing. Often I awake with the sun greeting my face, or a young moose singing Tangerine. Flowers bloom, birds sing, and a deer gracefully comes in my room and stands there. For a deer is only capable of prancing and the room was far too small for such business. I send my parents a letter today, in which I explained that I have no wishes to see them, " Please leave a sandwich under the Towns golden bell, and if there is not a golden bell, please persuade the town to build one". After the letter I took a swim in the pond, when I went to dry off I realized my clothes where indeed missing again. These thieves seem to attack in the night, for today I woke up with my stove missing, my gardened ruined, and my bed sheets changed. I fear that they will attack again, I will take them hostage, but I wont be fooled like last time. When they told me that they where going for a car ride but there wasn’t enough seat belts for everyone. My loneliness has ceased to exist this week, at times however It has been very difficult. I had one visitor who was lost in the woods, I asked him if he needed a place to stay, he shook his head no while continuously saying yes, I became so confused I began to hemorrhage. I miss the contact of people, but I am grateful for my time with myself. I have come up with many new philosophies, for instance, why do we have more than one room in our house, when we can only be in one room at a time. Also, why do radio DJ’s sometime say the artist name before the song, when we all prefer it after. I explained my theory to a wandering traveler who responded by staring at me for 47 minutes. The night grows long in the summer, the stars shimmer and flirt with my wandering eye. The moon seduces the romantic, the breeze cools the gentle beast, and the citrus of the orange burns my left eye resulting in faulty depth perception which becomes apparent when handing out communion at church. I think of child birth today, how wonderful it would be to someday have a child of my own, certainly not in these conditions. For a child must be developed in society, for I am afraid he would be lost. It seems we need others to define who we truly are, also who would tell him his blinker is still on while driving. Suddenly a thought did come to me, a startling thought that has awoken new inspiration. What if there is no beginning to life, what if we just are. What if there was no beginning to the world, we just think there was. Does that mean there will be no end? What if we don’t really die, if that is the case then I am invincible. No god can punish me, no man can wound me. I truly am invincible, and I also am really rubber, and you are really glue, and whatever you throw bounces off me and sticks to you. But that would mean we all are invincible sense we are all here, so you are rubber as well, so whatever you throw at me bounces off me and then bounces off you, and we just keep going back and forth until someone really is glue, then they would take whatever you throw, it would stick to them, then they would realize they too are invincible and become rubber, but if we all are rubber then we would all just keep bouncing. On the plus side however the practice of safe sex would increase. But that could lead to a severe decrease in the population then there will be no more children. So you know what, forget I even mentioned it. I realized today that when I live on my own I am a great king of my domain, I rule all I see. I am fair and kind, yet rule with an iron fist. Much like the great kings of our day such as King Henry 3rd, or king Louie, certainly not King Marlo, he ruled with an iron fist but his servants often took his favorite seat at the dinner table. Life sure does present troubles, most of which are created from society, perhaps society is not so bad, for we are conditioned from it. Tomorrow I will consider the possibility of moving back, also I still need a sandwich.