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March 23, 2021
Into The Wild
"With almost a year having passed since Chris' disappearance, my parents anger...their desperation...their guilt is giving way to pain, and pain seemed to bring them closer. Even their faces had changed."
"She convinces herself it's Chris...that it's her son whenever she passes a stray. And I fear for the mother in her. Instincts that seem to sense the threat of a loss so huge and irrevocable that the mind balks at taking its measure. I began to wonder if I can understand all that Chris is saying any longer. But I catch myself and remember that these are not the parents he grew up with, but people softened by the forced reflection that comes with loss. Still everything Chris is saying has to be said. And I trust for him that everything he is doing has to be done. This is our life."
Christopher McCandless, reading Primo Levi's quote :
"...the sea's only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel strong. Now, I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong, to measure yourself at least once, to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing blind, deaf stone alone, with nothing to help you but your own hands and your own head..."
― Primo Levi
Christopher McCandless, reading Henry David Thoreau's quote :
"There was there felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place for heathenism and superstitious rites, -- to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the rocks and to wild animals than we." The Maine Woods - Henry David Thoreau
Christopher McCandless : The core of man's spirit comes from new experiences.
Christopher McCandless : I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.
Christopher McCandless : Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. - Alexander Supertramp May 1992
Posted by Rob Kiser on March 23, 2021 at 12:37 PM
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