I had imagined when I set out to write, that my words would be the cairns and guideposts I had found and revealed to lessen the missteps and troubles of others who travel through life.
What I have found on reading the words later is that they are more often just tracks left in soft earth by yet another soul lost in this wilderness.
There is a simple solution to this problem of conditional wisdom with its tendency to be as fleeting as its context: humbly embrace wilderness as our natural state. Know that a sense of being lost is a more realistic adaptation than a sense of certainty of your place.
having previously been called: Strelnikov's Briefs, Yet Another Dirty Mirror, Pithing Contest and The Exectioner's Thong....
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
wilderness
Posted by GreenSmile at 10/22/2008 03:35:00 PM
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