With nightfall coming sooner and temperatures dropping, we have more time in our tiny cabin. Time to read. Last night I read Walt Whitman's "Specimen Days". It's much like a blog; a collection of vignettes and travels. Certainly not polished--more like a journal.
An interesting read, what with recollections of nursing soldiers in the war between the States (I'd call it the Civil War--but how can war be civil?); his visits with Emerson and a visit to Walden and Thoreau's grave. The book's last vignette is called: "Nature and Democracy--Morality". Within that section I found this:
"American Democracy, in its myriad personalities, in factories, work-shops, stores, offices---through the dense streets and houses of cities, and all their manifold sophisticated life--must either be fibred, vitalized, by regular contact with out-door light and air and growths, farm-scenes, animals, fields, trees, birds, sun-warmth and free skies, or it will certainly dwindle and pale."
"Democracy (cannot) maintain itself at all, without the Nature-element forming a main part--to be its health-element and beauty element--to really underlie the whole politics, sanity, religion and art of the New World".