Welcome to a kind place. One of reality and imagination and a thing-in-the-making. A story that will grow and develop through the year. It features two locales near and dear to the author; the San Francisco Bay Area and the upper reaches of the Sacramento River, near the town of Redding where gold miners came one hundred and fifty years ago. It's not about them but along the lines of the singularly wild aspiration in the American heart to find the perfect place, the perfect peace, in life and not in death.To find that inspirational stillness where a man or woman can dream good things all day long and harmony reigns.
We know it's a civil lie, one permitted because no one likes the reality, no matter what it is or how it is constructed generation after generation. Utopia drives the very wealthy and the very poor and that includes the intellectuals and spirit people who seem to exist whether there is money or no. Are dreamers ever wealthy or poor?
When war is grinding and the threat of extinction palpable and space opens like an infinite fracture along the spine of a man who would deny him his perfection? Who would deny him his dreams?
And isn't it when men go mad and lose their dreams that they find one to create havoc, isn't that the time to keep the dream a kind of quiet experiment to inspire other experiments that will scatter with the wind before the monstrous heart grabs hold of it?
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David Eide