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Chapter 1
In The Imaginary Land of One's Birth
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Was Earth an accident? I finally understood it didn’t matter one way or the other because the mind didn’t want it to be an accident. It was better, in the long run, if Earth was merely the back of a tortoise shell than an accident. Although an accident could have meaning, could even produce that odd feeling of joy. An accident! Well, you entertain the thought for a time then let it go for something else or ignore the whole topic and focus on what is really important to you. I for one needed to find a way to stop hovering all the time. I didn’t feel right or comfortable in the environment I was in and hovering seemed to put me at ease as if, in a moment, something would be revealed to me. And I admit I wanted something revealed to me because it was all too much for my humble self. I couldn’t make out the limits of anything so I cowered and hovered and played little tricks on myself, little word and image games.
David Eide
January 24, 2014
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