You must love the crust of the earth on which you dwell. You must be able to extract nutriment out of a sandheap. You must have so good an appetite as this, else you will live in vain. —Thoreau
Joy, the, “well … joyfulness of joy”—“many years I had not known it,” the woman of eighty said, “only remembered, till now.”
Traherne In dark fields. On Tremont Street, on the Common, a raw dusk, Emerson “glad to the brink of fear.” It is objective,
stands founded, a roofed gateway; we cloud-wander
away from it, stumble again towards it not seeing it,
enter cast-down, discover ourselves “in joy” as “in love.”The great thing about joy is that its roots may go back to childhood but its energy is always new (think Henri Bergson‘s notion of “a flow of unforeseeable novelty“), so this season can be nostalgic and fresh at the same time. A good example of this is the video below, which came out four years ago and freshened, yet again, my non-religious but joyful feelings about Christmas. Bob Dylan – Must Be Santa from Nash Edgerton on Vimeo.