Why idealize the deep past? You want to go back and eat crickets and cower from thunder and…I place before your feet this humble platter: have you ever once felt, let alone dared to court the grief that imagining such a state might beckon, profound implication with a group of beloved family/village? Felt rightness about your place in the cosmos and role among your people? Such plenitude lack/impoverishment would be unimaginable? Profundity of cosmology, initiation, … it is enough to make a grown man blast off in a hot air balloon :).
what we ask of life, and what life asks of us, prove divergent from the get-go, don’t they? but to make meaning and make a deep life of what is asked of us, now that is the quandary, and the delight...
Headstones have decreased in popularity. Plots in general. Why pay when you can strew ashes in the wind? Why locate deceased when they can be everywhere? The Degeneration Generation.
Today a train honked at me. It was loud. I remembered once watching someone who was so excited to get a train to honk, and it honked for him, then, too. An image that has remained with me, because this grown man showed in his face, with the sounding of the horn, the delight of a young child.
