I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life, and not when I had come to die, Discover that I had not lived.
以往花费许多力量也不能推动它,今天在水中间却能自在地移动。
The act of writing is an act of resistance against forgetting.