Chapter 1 

Man playing violin in street. The woman with a pack on the bus to Calgary spoke without saying a word.

Strange. The in-taking of various "speech-forces" and how it insinutates in and out of the mind, images, a variety of abstractions. It operates at all levels. And then all the crude judgements on the poor soul! The dwarf dances well in the city. The writer fights it in the middle of street, driven now by hope, now by pain, now by a glimpse of a truth or a pardise. The dwarf is driven by pride and power is the master of the dwarfish mediocrity treating it like a thermostat.

"How trapped I felt by the powers of the lower mind! It was as though it would hold me forever in a kind of taunting hell, replete with demons and burning sulphar, tv sets, the surge of falsity and untruth that feeds the air.

It has the sense of the eternal about it."

"It is the fate of one who asks questions and opens ones heart to all possibilities. There is no redemption where it's not wanted."

"But, there must be both horrors and delights."

"Horrors of blinding abstractions culled from the operation of machines which passifies the people. The elevation of bad elements to the seat of power. The tension between huge organizations and the simple human soul. The loss of possibilities. People trapped in history. Unseen power creating destinies. Delights are elsewhere."

"Deal then youth, with a reality stronger than you."

David Eide
January 24, 2014