in Thoreau’s Journal:
Walk up river to F.H. Pond. Clear & windy NW. … In this cold, clear, rough air from the N.W. we walk amid what simple surroundings, surrounded by our thoughts or imaginary objects–living in our ideas, but one in a million ever sees the objects which are actually around him— Above me is a cloudless blue sky, beneath is the sky blue…
Whatever aid is to be derived from the use of a scientific term, we can never begin to see any thing as it is—so long as we remember the scientific term which always our ignorance has imposed on it. Natural objects & phenomena are in this sense forever wild and unnamed by us.