The labor of one’s hands is more satisfying than the transactional, robotic, futile work done in society. While Thoreau’s unfinished homely house hardly offers protection from the elements, he believes it is “fit to entertain a traveling god.” He describes it as “saturated with dew” and an “airy look” to say that it fits within “the poem of creation.” His home does not imprint nature with a stamp of pollution but assimilates with the wind. Here, the wind carries earth’s song, contrasting the gossip that the wind in society delivers, as mentioned in The Village. To dwell in nature is to imbibe the depths of creation and sit with its ethereal voice, while to live in society is to consume manufactured stories. Even the sounds of nature take on a different meaning contingent on how their atmosphere receives and treats them. In nature, there is no disruption to the flow of its melody, but in society, humans intercept and manufacture nature for their temporal amusement. Thoreau describes the atmosphere with breezy language such as “clean and airy,” “dew,” “winds,” “celestial,” and “blows” to suggest the serenity of living under natural sovereignty rather than toiling to attain material possessions. Nature is where inhabitants fly freely under ethereal sovereignty and live, liberated from the alluring hand of commodity and burdensome labor.