Chapter 1 

I had a hard time realizing that Earth was only a good mother’s teat. A man keeps sucking at that teat at a cost to something valuable to himself. I missed moisture from great falls and snow-capped mountains that shouted out their physicality even a hundred miles away. Ultimately it was time that kept us bound. A few knew this but fewer could actually live in the fact and achieve some freedom. It was actually the oddity of death, its measurement and constancy observed over many generations. Changes in appearance came swiftly and that was all factored into the mother’s milk of human sustenance. A man gets old, he sees himself as a young guy, he counts back and gives that some measurement, it’s passed on. The generations remembering each other when they slammed into the fact of death, there was something to that. The further you could feel your way back the better off you were I suppose but it was not a human thing at all. That was the first significant orientation maybe. But as long as we were rooted to the earth we were simply another plant; a seed, a germination, a growth, a sustaining victory in the sun, a few nicks, lower energy, and death. If the root was cut too soon the human plant became a crazy fury, if the root was cut too late the plant was a sodden stupidity. Wisdom pointed to the right moment to cut the root but it was all a preparation.

David Eide
January 24, 2014