I didn't post yesterday because I started reading Walden. I don't know why I haven't read that before. It's awesome. Maybe too extreme...I don't know. When I read books like that, especially Emerson or many of the great books from the pre-industrial revolution era, I feel like I'm living a life of narrow and shallow goals. They make me feel like I've enslaved myself with schedules and pressure to make other people happy (other people with similary narrow goals). They do, however, console me with their expressions of real, human dignity.