Chapter 1In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth |
When I'm at my weakest I see myself explaining and justifying myself over and over again to some anonymous group of people as though I am the center of attention and being taken to task for something.
Doesn't it come down to breaking the mold? That one realizes there is a life larger than ones own experience both pain and joy arise. One is alone. One is incomplete. One is swimming on the surface. One begins to take in everything. Tracks are laid in the mind travelling back to points of origin. It is a danger zone; the past stripped of significance. Die and resurrect, die and resurrect.
David Eide
January 24, 2014