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Walking to Chicago
Daily progress report of my walk from Calif. to Chicago. Feel free to join me daily.
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Entry #515678, added on 06-17-07 @ 7:53 am EDT
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IntrospectionEntry #515678
As I sit here this early morn, I have flipped through the days by reading my own words. I am surprised to see how often I wrote about the internal. Even though I was ambling through a remarkable display of natures art, I was describing inter feelings. I am glad to see this because when I think back, I can only see the external. Intersting. The memory is rather selective about how it views events, so it is probably a gioid idea to take notes whilr sitting in lifes' classroom....there may be a pop quiz. The pain, blisters, doubts etc., are fading and being replaced by a fictional sanitized version. I o not know if this is true for everybody, however, to ba greater or lesser degree I believe it must be. This feature is proably a key factor in why the spoken word is such a poor medium of communication. Think about that, it brings to mind one of my favorite bumper stickers. "I know you believe you understand what you think I said, howevern what you think I saaid isnt't what I meant at all". It goes something like that. I saw, first hand, this effect during this stroll. No matter how often I was interviewedd, I knew the result would only be an approximation of what I was trying to communicate. Very frustrating, yet without writing the article for them, there is no helping this fact. In the brief time allowed, only a niggling insight will happen. Planting the seeds of our discontent, or planting the seeds of our release. I shall finish this lesson, and return home to design the nexts days lecture. I will likely not live long enough to see the harvest, however, that does not diminish the need to plant the seeds. You, my fellow humans, scratch it on a piece of paper, a CD, a board for who can say if that insight touches somebody a decade down the road and touchs their heart. Even more interesting, what if those few words you thought, touches all humanity and saves the world. We cannot know how it will be interpreted or its effect...very interesting. A message in time and space.

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