第10章简单生活（1）
&ofLivingSimply
理查德·沃克尔默Riir
WepaddleddownMaine’sSacoRiverthatSeptemberafternoon，fiveoes，baskinginthesummer’slastgoldensunlight。Grazierietails，watchedourflotillapass。Thatevets，broiledsteaksandsprawledaroundthecampfire，starihestars。Orumminghisguitar，sangan：“Tisthegifttobesimple。Tisthegifttobefree。”
Ouridyllended，ofdwedrovebacktotheworldofloas，jobsandcloggedwashihegifttobesimple，”Ifoundmyselfhummingatoddmoments，“Tisthegifttobefree。”HowIlohatsimplicity。ButwherecouldIfindit？
“Ourlifeisfritteredawaybydetail。Simplify，simplify。”ThatdictumofHenryDavidThoreau’s，ethedaysofsteamboatsandox-drawnplows，hadloThoreauhimselfendohehebuiltbesideond。AndHenry—wifeless，childless，jobless—otusslewithsuchdetailsasvariable-ratemes。
Mylifeattracteddetail，asifmymottowere：“pliplidI’vefoundI’mohinkingaboutsimpliedupsidedown。
IwasvisitingaphysihisofficetfromhisIllinoisfarmlahroughhiswindowatthelaboratory’smiles—aroundparticleaeheprairiefarbelow。“It’sakindoftimemae，”hesaid，explainingthattheacceleratorenablesphysiciststostudyslikethoseshortlyafter’sfirstmoment。Theuniverselertheed，ameredperhapsonlyonekindofforekindofpartiowithasmanykindsofforces，scoresofdifferentpartidseverythingfralaxiestodandeliosandthepoemsofKeats。
plexity，Ibegahattower，ispartofGod’splan。
Deepdowaragingly，ofa“simpleton”。Nobodywayof“simplistig。
Butblindioplexitygerous。Oahome。Ilikeditssettingsomusciouslyavintoitspossibledefects。Afteritwasmine，Ifounditi，aingsystem，nesepticsystem—everything。Thatoldhousebealbatross，gfarmorethanIcouldafford，thestresswasevenhigher，Ihadrefusedtolookattheplexities。
Evenordinaryfinancesarerarelysimple—whatdoesyourinsurancepolicyactuallycover？Yet，eicsaresimplicityitselfparedwithmoralquestions。
&eren，Ifouheleaderofanafter-schoolgaggleofboys。Ihadtodivertthemquiew，ormycareerasleaderwouldbebrief。AndthenIsawJoe。
Joewasaowerofakid，a。HisfamilyhademigratedfromEurope，andhehadafai。
&him！”Isaid。
MylittletroopofGothssonJoe。Somebodysandweplayedcatchwithit。Joeraookhishatasatrophy。
Thatnight，。Joe’sfather，aworried-lookihathit，askedforJoe’shat。Iretursheepishly。“PleasedoJoe，”hesaidearly。“Hehasasthma。Whenhehasanattack，itishardfetbetter。”
&aleadsoftballiheevenioJoe’shouse。Hewasinthegarden，tillingthesoil，hewatchedmewarilyasI。IaskedifIcouldhelp。“Okay，”hesaid。AfterthatIweohelphimafriends。
Ihadtakeowardadulthood。InsidemyselfIhadseenpossibilities，likeatangleofwires。Thisredossibilityforevil，whichrequireshanignanother’spaihewhitewireofsympathy。Icouldhaveahandiingallthosewires—itwasamatterofthedeade。Ihaddisplexity，andfoundinitanopportunitytochoose，togrow。Itspriceisresponsibility。