“When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there.”
It's our lungs what connect us to anything - I believe the "unified field theory" is just another manifestation ( manipestation ? ) of the deep spiritual loneliness of mankind - both of these revelations came to me while riding a bike yesterday - the first as the road I was riding came close to the river and the second as I approached a railroad crossing where the tracks cross a bridge over said river - there is a new sign there says "No Trespassing - CSX" - my notion is that consciousness began with & comes from God based on the Scripture "In the beginning was the Word " found in the Gospel of John - riding a bike is a revelatory experience, from the trash in the roadside ditches to the birds that fly overhead - e.g. I could spend an hour or two just writing out all the revelations that lie between me here at this keyboard and the village that lies a mile or two distant - and not only that but that every revelation has a specific history behind it - moggles the bind ya know - take any piece of trash you see in the ditches, and there is a lot of that at the end of winter the snow cover now gone revealing how much has accumulated - trash not being lost but thrown away on purpose - take the packaging I saw yesterday for a pen which I saw at my feet where I had stopped for a break from pedaling and to take some coffee - the packaging proclaimed "Made in China" -
China, I'd have to cross an entire continent and the world's largest ocean just to get to the shores of China from here - yet here it was alongside a back road in America, a road that began as a cart track for wagons or an Indian trail or before that an animal trail - China - O Papermate, where have you gone ?
Anyways - just one example among hundreds of thousands, millions even, it's not just bones in
the earth - it's bones on
the earth -
riding a bicycle not only opens up the lungs - it opens up the mind - and more, the imagination - there is a ridge about three miles from here the ascent of which is not hard but goes on for awhile and by the time you get to the top you are breathing deep, not hard, deep - the descent is also long, more than a mile of nothing but coasting through deciduous
forest scattered in with groves of native hemlock then opening out into old fields - about three quarters of the way down the slope drops rapidly and I do mean rapidly - the spokes on your wheels begin to sing, the air past your ears begins to become thunder, and about 3 seconds after the velocity begins my surrender to gravity and the bike is complete and the theme from the original Magnificent Seven movie begins to play in my head with my grave snapping hot to my heels and the wide smile on my face comes from this small jewel of bootleg joy -
Hell yeah, Mongolia !https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45KAjt7v4t4
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.