第10章简单生活(1)
&ofLivingSimply
理查德·沃克尔默Riir
WepaddleddownMaine’sSacoRiverthatSeptemberafternoon,fiveoes,baskinginthesummer’slastgoldensunlight。Grazierietails,watchedourflotillapass。Thatevets,broiledsteaksandsprawledaroundthecampfire,starihestars。Orumminghisguitar,sangan:“Tisthegifttobesimple。Tisthegifttobefree。”
Ouridyllended,ofdwedrovebacktotheworldofloas,jobsandcloggedwashihegifttobesimple,”Ifoundmyselfhummingatoddmoments,“Tisthegifttobefree。”HowIlohatsimplicity。ButwherecouldIfindit?
“Ourlifeisfritteredawaybydetail。Simplify,simplify。”ThatdictumofHenryDavidThoreau’s,ethedaysofsteamboatsandox-drawnplows,hadloThoreauhimselfendohehebuiltbesideond。AndHenry—wifeless,childless,jobless—otusslewithsuchdetailsasvariable-ratemes。
Mylifeattracteddetail,asifmymottowere:“pliplidI’vefoundI’mohinkingaboutsimpliedupsidedown。
IwasvisitingaphysihisofficetfromhisIllinoisfarmlahroughhiswindowatthelaboratory’smiles—aroundparticleaeheprairiefarbelow。“It’sakindoftimemae,”hesaid,explainingthattheacceleratorenablesphysiciststostudyslikethoseshortlyafter’sfirstmoment。Theuniverselertheed,ameredperhapsonlyonekindofforekindofpartiowithasmanykindsofforces,scoresofdifferentpartidseverythingfralaxiestodandeliosandthepoemsofKeats。
plexity,Ibegahattower,ispartofGod’splan。
Deepdowaragingly,ofa“simpleton”。Nobodywayof“simplistig。
Butblindioplexitygerous。Oahome。Ilikeditssettingsomusciouslyavintoitspossibledefects。Afteritwasmine,Ifounditi,aingsystem,nesepticsystem—everything。Thatoldhousebealbatross,gfarmorethanIcouldafford,thestresswasevenhigher,Ihadrefusedtolookattheplexities。
Evenordinaryfinancesarerarelysimple—whatdoesyourinsurancepolicyactuallycover?Yet,eicsaresimplicityitselfparedwithmoralquestions。
&eren,Ifouheleaderofanafter-schoolgaggleofboys。Ihadtodivertthemquiew,ormycareerasleaderwouldbebrief。AndthenIsawJoe。
Joewasaowerofakid,a。HisfamilyhademigratedfromEurope,andhehadafai。
&him!”Isaid。
MylittletroopofGothssonJoe。Somebodysandweplayedcatchwithit。Joeraookhishatasatrophy。
Thatnight,。Joe’sfather,aworried-lookihathit,askedforJoe’shat。Iretursheepishly。“PleasedoJoe,”hesaidearly。“Hehasasthma。Whenhehasanattack,itishardfetbetter。”
&aleadsoftballiheevenioJoe’shouse。Hewasinthegarden,tillingthesoil,hewatchedmewarilyasI。IaskedifIcouldhelp。“Okay,”hesaid。AfterthatIweohelphimafriends。
Ihadtakeowardadulthood。InsidemyselfIhadseenpossibilities,likeatangleofwires。Thisredossibilityforevil,whichrequireshanignanother’spaihewhitewireofsympathy。Icouldhaveahandiingallthosewires—itwasamatterofthedeade。Ihaddisplexity,andfoundinitanopportunitytochoose,togrow。Itspriceisresponsibility。