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Winter Musings.

Jan. 18, 2015  Through  Jan. 2015


The largest worldwide industry is, without a doubt, the production of humans.

I had a long essay in mind when I wrote the above, but since I wrote it I've had so many thoughts that I'm going to have to write them down before I start the essay, but then, of course, when I get around to writing the essay it'll be an entirely different essay than if I had written it now. Or then.

So afraid.
So afraid.
Someday I'll wake up.
And find it never happened.

I think I'll write a play.
About an old man.
About a young man.
About a man.
A man sitting in a chair in the middle of a stage.
Make-up, or is it?
A play need not be made-up.
A line from his forehead through his nose.
From his nose over his mouth and chin.
Down his wrinkly smooth neck.
Down the back of his head.
Parting the gray from the brown.
The old man speaks to the young.
The young speaks to the old.
No need to act.
Imagine the conversation.

Frozen fog in the valley.
Trees rising and stretching.
Rising above the lowering fog.
Stretching their twinkling white branches.
Reaching for the sun.
Finally the sun.
Now, my eyes twinkle.

Alone is a state of being.
Lonely is a state of mind.

Book finished:  Shaman by Kim Stanley Robinson

I just read:  "Earlier in his life he had done many foolish things in order to convince himself that he was not worthless."  Looking back at my life, I would have to say that it looks very much like I have done many foolish things to convince myself that I am worthless.  Like whenever I get to the top I jump, just to prove I can't really fly.

Book Finished:  Comanche Moon by Larry McMurtry