That's what I hope to do some day, to sit at a table and write something unforgettable, even if it takes a thousand years to become anything of interest. I don't want to die as an unforgotten ghost. I want to change someones life, even if they are the most insignificant or god forsaken people on this world. I want that person to read my work and be inspired and ponder for however long they will ponder. And if they do not have the intellectual power to think for more than an instant, I hope for them to at least feel what I feel and see what I see.
Thoreau did this for so many people, and he has gone down in history as one of the most notorious transcendentalists and one of the best writers. This didn't happen over night, it took a lot of time before people saw his work and started to realize that he may be right. Thoreau didn't care though, he knew that he was right and he didn't listen to the people who thought that he was a cynical, depressed, old curmudgeon. He knew that he had found the key to living life to its fullest, even if no one would listen to him.
As I sit here on a cold stone bench with my blue fleece jacket, I look at the majesty that is Walden Pond. I see my friends and classmates enjoying their time their way, by sharing a laugh and throwing rocks, while I sit and write. I sit and write not to be rid of my friends or to not experience the presence that is Walden Pond, but to feel the presence that is Walden Pond. For me at least, I do don't need to see every square inch of Walden, I just need to look out at the the shimmering, clear, reflective water and let my emotions go. To put this simply, to experience is not to feel, and to feel is to think.