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How Thoreau's Walden Pond Mixed with the Ganges and Yoga Came to America with Swami Vivekananda

One early morning in 1846, during the coldest days of a New England winter, Henry David Thoreau looked out the window of his small cabin on Walden Pond and saw men cutting its ice into blocks. That ice was hauled by horse to a railroad that ran across the western edge of Walden Pond, packed into a boxcar, taken to Boston and loaded onto a clipper ship that sailed to Calcutta, India, arriving about four months later. Once there, that ice was purchased by grateful members of the East India Company. Thoreau had witnessed a small part of the global ice trade between New England and India that took place during the latter part of the nineteenth century. When Thoreau considered the ice trade, his vision sailed on metaphors far beyond the scope of business. The waters he imagined flowed both east and west and carried not just natural elements, but culture, religion and philosophy as well. He envisioned that after arriving in Calcutta, the New England ice of Walden Pond would eventually melt and run downhill where it would join with the sacred water of the Ganges. He wrote in Walden: "It appears that the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and , drink at my well. In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the , since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions. I lay down the book [Bhagavad-Gita] and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of and and who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the , or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges." This book tells the story of these waters . . .

One early morning in 1846, during the coldest days of a New England winter, Henry David Thoreau looked out the window of his small cabin on Walden Pond and saw men cutting its ice into blocks. That ice was hauled by horse to a railroad that ran across the western edge of Walden Pond, packed into a boxcar, taken to Boston and loaded onto a clipper ship that sailed to Calcutta, India, arriving about four months later. Once there, that ice was purchased by grateful members of the East India Company. Thoreau had witnessed a small part of the global ice trade between New England and India that took place during the latter part of the nineteenth century.

When Thoreau considered the ice trade, his vision sailed on metaphors far beyond the scope of business. The waters he imagined flowed both east and west and carried not just natural elements, but culture, religion and philosophy as well. He envisioned that after arriving in Calcutta, the New England ice of Walden Pond would eventually melt and run downhill where it would join with the sacred water of the Ganges. He wrote in Walden: "It appears that the sweltering inhabitants of Charleston and New Orleans, of Madras and Bombay and , drink at my well. In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the , since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.

I lay down the book [Bhagavad-Gita] and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of and and who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the , or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges."
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Introduction<br />

“All perception of truth is <strong>the</strong> detection of an analogy”<br />

– Henry David Thoreau<br />

One early morning, a little more than a hundred <strong>and</strong> fifty years ago, during<br />

<strong>the</strong> coldest days of a New Engl<strong>and</strong> winter, Henry David Thoreau looked out<br />

<strong>the</strong> window of his small cabin on <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong> <strong>and</strong> saw men cutting <strong>the</strong> ice<br />

in<strong>to</strong> blocks. That ice was hauled by horse <strong>to</strong> a railroad that ran across <strong>the</strong><br />

western edge of <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong>, packed in<strong>to</strong> a boxcar <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n taken <strong>to</strong><br />

Bos<strong>to</strong>n, where it was loaded on<strong>to</strong> a clipper ship that sailed <strong>to</strong> Calcutta, India,<br />

arriving about four months later.<br />

Thoreau knew that ice, once in India, would eventually melt <strong>and</strong> run down<br />

in<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong>. He imagined those two bodies of water mingling <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r<br />

<strong>and</strong> discovered an analogy: <strong>the</strong> mingled waters of <strong>Walden</strong> <strong>Pond</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Ganges</strong>, corresponded <strong>to</strong> his <strong>America</strong>n-Christian-Unitarian religious culture<br />

mixing <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> ancient worldview of <strong>the</strong> Vedas. He experienced this<br />

confluence of waters every day when he ba<strong>the</strong>d his intellect in <strong>the</strong> Bhagavad-<br />

Gita, one of <strong>the</strong> two books he brought <strong>with</strong> him on his retreat in <strong>the</strong> woods.<br />

What he did not know was that nearly fifty years later, in 1893, <strong>Swami</strong><br />

Vivekan<strong>and</strong>a would arrive at <strong>the</strong> Chicago World’s Fair <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> World<br />

Parliament of Religions, bringing <strong>with</strong> him (symbolically), <strong>the</strong> waters of <strong>the</strong><br />

<strong>Ganges</strong>: <strong>the</strong> ancient sacred culture of <strong>the</strong> Vedas, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Yoga</strong> of God-<br />

Realization . . . Thoreau’s <strong>Walden</strong> waters had mixed <strong>with</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Ganges</strong> <strong>and</strong><br />

returned, bringing <strong>Yoga</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>America</strong>, although what Vivekan<strong>and</strong>a carried <strong>with</strong><br />

him has little resemblance <strong>with</strong> what we call <strong>Yoga</strong> <strong>to</strong>day.<br />

After receiving an extraordinarily positive reception at <strong>the</strong> World Parliament<br />

of Religions, Vivekan<strong>and</strong>a went on <strong>to</strong> travel all over <strong>America</strong> like a Johnny<br />

Appleseed of <strong>the</strong> Vedas, giving talks <strong>and</strong> lectures in many cities, sowing <strong>the</strong><br />

seeds of <strong>the</strong> ancient philosophy of Vedanta in one of <strong>the</strong> youngest countries<br />

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