Past And Present
Starship USS Stanza engineering log, Stardate April 30, 2020
T'PoetsRevenge, chief officer:
I have observed a bearded man in several areas of the ship
dressed in woodsmans clothes and writing in a notebook.
He appears to be a hologram. Some of the crew and cadets
have been studying different eras in poetry on the holodeck
for Poetry Writing Month. I suspect that this is where he
originated. I have scanned his image into the ship's encyclopedia,
and it is none other than Henry David Thoreau, the transcendentalist of the early 20th century on Earth. †Commander Deannavati confirmed that he was visited with in the holodeck at a place called Walden, a pristine wooded area with a pond where he dwelled in solitude writing about his surroundings and connection
to the natural world. †
After reading up on the interesting legacy of this poet,
I have logically concluded that he is likely caught in a temporal loop,
otherwise known as 'time travel', and is actually studying us in our midst. †This was likely triggered by the holodeck visit, whereby he simply followed crew members onto the ship out of curiosity, however, I believe his lifestyle and immense wisdom gained by it may be a factor. †Because he was in such isolation in such a pristine place in life, he most likely crossed into other dimensions at some point and into other times, such as now. †It is possible that this quote, taken from his poem, 'The Moon Now Rises To Her Absolute Rule' , may have been inspired by these otherworldly experiences,
† †'And the life everlasting withers not'.
Also, he mentions being 'transported' in 'Tall Ambrosia',
† †'Who never walk but are transported ratheró'
His final words to a friend asking what would come were,
† † 'One world at a time'
Its an interesting theory, that he wrote of future technology,
new worlds and life everlasting, and curious at the same time as he
was against technology being a success of man's advancement.
He must have found today's world strange indeed. Perhaps this quote from 'I Am A †Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied' sums it up,
†'But now I see I was not plucked for naught,
†And after in life's vase
†Of glass set while I might survive,
†But by a kind hand brought
†To a strange place.'
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