Thank you, Eric.
We used to camp. I’d take the canoe out, rowing a calm lake at sunset, and feel this idea that we’re coming along as a people. Then, in the grassy shallows, a big ol’ bass’d bump the hull and swish away on the surface, free to roam. I’d breath in the evening air, & sigh, and realize I was probably being too sanguine for a fella with more melancholic leanings, because might continues to make the RIGHT to take what is there to be taken while the remainder are makin’ bacon . . . all shaken . . . on one or the other side o the fulcrum.
Just a guess, but as long as this is the precedence, the predominant flow of civilization, then we live to sigh. If our creative fathers, and our father’s fathers, who bled, sweat, n tore through the best truths we know as a whole & yet went to pass while the guts o the matter blew in one ear & out the other, leaving us to carry the torch in an epoch when torches are extinguished by loud & pompous talking points played-out like stencils on poster board madness, then . . . we ..sigh ..only.
So it feels like community to know others are talking to a wall, not alone in these platitudes . . & heave a sigh.
This is the evening of our 22nd Anniversary. Used to be, once upon a time, another year felt like a sure thing.
Warm Furtherances,
(Maya &) Messy
