Tolstoy and Supertramp


Not entirely sure how the autobiography of a so-called super-tramp and the philosophy of Immanuel Kant go together, but somehow this morning they do. In The Autobiography of a Super-Tramp written by W.H. Davies he writes, “I have often heard salt water mariners sneer at these fresh water sailors, but, after crossing the Atlantic some eighteen times, and making several passages across the lakes, my opinion, is that the vast inland lakes are more dangerous to navigate, and far less safe than the open seas.”

This morning reading Leo Tolstoy’s A Calendar of Wisdom he quotes Kant as stipulating that, “… I can say God exists and that the self is immortal. This means that my faith in God is so closely with my nature that this faith cannot be seperated from me.”

Synthesized, I wonder if we spend our lives worrying about the vastness, the void open before us; the larger seemingly insurmountable things, all the while forgoing an investigation or worry over the smallest of realities in front of us, and in doing so, do ourselves the gravest of disservices. Are not the inland, the interior, bodies of our souls far deeper and dangerous to feign than the sizable wonders that strike us as the chief concern of our crossing.