My dear,

The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred million to the poetic or divine life.

To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?

How could I dareth meet a man on an equal level?

How could I, one still partially tired and asleep look into eyes devoid of it all?

All intellegent life is awake, and the being who is fully awake is too… imcromprehensible. To the being who is awake the whole day is not a day, but a long morning; and one filled with zest and potential.

To us, the tired and asleep, the awake being might as well be as bright as the morning sun. Distant from us, and bright.

Falsely yours,
Henry David Thoreau