El gran invierno

Henry David Thoreau knew well that winter -once the harvest is harvested, the preserves are prepared and the firewood is stored- is a time for meditation and pleasure, to contemplate the albino landscape and to read and write by the stove. Time to be what we are and what we want to be, fertile like no other, the only one that perhaps makes us feel alive, with our feet on the very white ground. Based on this idea, in this volume we have compiled the best winter passages, thoughts and insights that Thoreau wrote throughout the forty-four winters that he lived. But it occurred to us that Thoreau would not have liked this book to be an anthology structured around the linear poverty with which we Westerners, unfortunately, understand time. A good connoisseur of distant Hindu culture and nearby Native American cultures, we believe that you would have preferred a compilation oriented through a kind of cyclical time that reminds us that a winter is always every winter and that the Great Winter is, in reality , the only one that exists. We don't give you any more clues, you just have to open this book.