Driving through the Magic City, Tree City USA:
What is it about hills and stars and trees and forests and good music that makes you have that natural high, that good buzz? The one where your eyes wanna roll back into your head, and your head under your hair tingles, and cars' light slow down in streaks by you. That high you get when you turn around in circles with your arms out and head up watching the clouds and the sky spin with you.
Anyways, that's how I feel, when I'm there, in the moment, nothing exists, I barely exist, and all this, this thing that we are in, on, at, is just a obligatory thought, something more about happenstance then reality.
I'm at peace alot now, well, alot more than I used to be. My sporadic dark spots, freckles in my life, seem to have either tanned with the rest of my pale Norwegian body or just lessened, atrophied within and on top of themselves.
This is the event horizon of my life, of our lives. This is the very beginning and the very end of all we know. The present leaves us every second for the future which is just over the next hill we are always peaking. But like I said, I am at peace. And I've also said this before, that thunderstorms have never been scary for me, so when people say "Oh, weather those storms of life" I just kindly nod and think, "Ah, those are bad?" Because I think they are beautiful.
And maybe the storms of life are beautiful. One man's trash is another man's treasure, so goes that. One man's rainstorm is another man's waterhole. And I think that redirection of understanding has transformed deluges into paper cups. I just have a different perspective that tough is soft now.
The world is really upside down, we just see it right side up. It's weird how G-d works those things out.
Stop, Drop, and Roll.
