The Stones Are Happy

Grateful Dead: 7/29/74

A man asked me the other night whether such and such persons were not as happy
as anybody, being conscious,
as I perceived, of such unhappiness himself and not aspiring to much more than an animal content. “Why!” said I, speaking to his condition,
“the stones are happy. Concord River is happy,
and I am happy too.
When I took up a fragment of a walnut-shell this morning,
I saw by its very grain and composition, the form and color, etc., that it was made for happiness.
The most brutish and inanimate objects that are made suggest an everlasting
and thorough satisfaction;

they are the homes of content. Wood, earth, mold, etc., exist for joy. Do you think that Concord River would have continued to flow these millions of years by Clamshell Hill and round Hunt’s Island, if it had not been happy,—if it had been miserable in its channel, tired of existence, and cursing its maker and the hour that it sprang
--Henry David Thoreau
journal entry for January 6, 1857