I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. – “Walden: Where I Lived, What I Lived For” – Henry David Thoreau
Zest for life is more than about being active. It’s about sucking the marrow from life. Like the small utensil used on a lemon or orange rind, a zester peels away life’s tangy, zesty aspects that tantalize the senses. The zester savors experiences by immersing him/herself completely into the activity or task at hand. No holding back.
The zester hasn’t lost the ability to frolic. He/she separates from the humdrum, finding life among robotic masses that need to get busy to relax and have fun unsatisfactory. Theirs is the tamed world, the groomed run, the road well-traveled, and the tried-and-true, places alien to zesters.
Hans Berg was a zester. He had a passion and vitality for life. He did not reflexively breathe but, instead, consciously inhaled each breath deeply and completely, to fully feel the sensation of the life-sustaining oxygen inflating his lungs.
Listen to the Tribute to Hans on KYGT radio by his Empire friends: Sally Rush, Kate Spencer, Jeannette Piel, and Randy Wheelock.