I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.They do not sweat and whine about their condition.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.-Walt Whitman, from "Song of Myself" (1881), section 32
Walt Whitman was largely accused of being lazy, he was fired from an editorial position due to this perception, he was considered eccentric for his "daily routine of apparently purposeless walks in which he absorbed metropolitan sights and sounds." That a person walking in the sun of the first day of spring with magnolias blooming gorgeously and swaying in the wind (my Saturday) should feel the need to do anything else is criminal. Whitman valued time in a way that was anathema to the age he lived in, just as he understood things beyond the scientific capacity of his day, just as we are only now beginning to understand these things.
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite,
I laugh at what you call dissolution,
And I know the amplitude of time.-section 20
The clock indicates the moment—but what does eternity indicate?
We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.Births have brought us richness and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.I do not call one greater and one smaller,
That which fills its period and place is equal to any.Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me,
All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation,
(What have I to do with lamentation?)I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things to be.
-section 44
If we are going to create a sustainable future we must first begin to understand the amplitude of time, we must shift our perception to understanding that we belong to the earth and not that the earth belongs to us, that long after the last human being ceases to exist the earth will go on, in some way, with parts of us that are not us, as it has always. Getting over this mania of me and mine, regaining control of common resources we gave away to corporations which exhibit an orientation of short-term maximization that certain economists only imagine all people do, shifting democracy away from the next election cycle and towards direct participation by the people who have a stake in it—these are the great projects of the 21st century. Maybe this slow future is too slow, maybe we cannot re-imagine our future before it is too late.
In a way technology accelerates the perception of time, but it also allows us to connect with people in a way we never could before, it makes the everyday lives of people who are forced to deal with our outsourced environmental destruction and other horrors of global capitalism more accessible and immediate, and it breeds compassion and empathy ("For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you" [Mr. Whitman]) and (hopefully) demand for a new way that truly values people and the world we live in.
I do suggest turning it all off on occasion in favor of apparently purposeless walks in which a person is allowed to merely absorb the sights and sounds of the beauty that surrounds us always, as it does, impossibly—the rosy blush dappling the precious skin of a pear, all texture and color and life—"a little fantastic, and fleeting, and out of reach" (Susan Orlean in The Orchid Thief).
Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by this shoe,
Now I will have you be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.-section 46
There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now,
Urge and urge and urge,
Always the procreant urge of the world.-section 3
These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
This is the common air that bathes the globe.-section 17


