just space and bare feet
Mom and me went mushroom hunting this morning only to be disappointed with how little we could find. We saw a llama.
Went to see The Grapes of Wrath at the Intiman Theatre tonight. I was drawn to Casy the onetime preacher saying "mankin' was holy when it was one thing", and it was only when we began to understand the universe along with every single minuscule entity as something separate was when we became "unholy". It shouldn't be so surprising that we're drawn to personalities, quotations, poem, or movie which possess even the slightest resemblance to ourselves. Our thoughts are so elusive and volatile; they seem to escape measurement. Maybe this is why we understand them (ourselves) through both the choice of excerpts and our own written word that carries us to the end of all boundaries. At this moment I'm like Jim Casy, just 'thinkin'.
Went to see The Grapes of Wrath at the Intiman Theatre tonight. I was drawn to Casy the onetime preacher saying "mankin' was holy when it was one thing", and it was only when we began to understand the universe along with every single minuscule entity as something separate was when we became "unholy". It shouldn't be so surprising that we're drawn to personalities, quotations, poem, or movie which possess even the slightest resemblance to ourselves. Our thoughts are so elusive and volatile; they seem to escape measurement. Maybe this is why we understand them (ourselves) through both the choice of excerpts and our own written word that carries us to the end of all boundaries. At this moment I'm like Jim Casy, just 'thinkin'.