Remember thy creator the days of thy youth. Rise free from care before the dawn, and seek adventures. Let the moon find thee by other lakes, and the night overtakes thee everywhere at home. There are no longer fields than these, no worthier games than may here be played. Grow wild according to thy nature, like these sedges and brakes, which will never become English hay. Let the thunder rumble; what if it threaten ruin to farmer’s crops? That is not its errand to thee. Take shelter under the cloud, while they flee to carts and sheds…Enjoy the land, but own it not. Walden.