Spent the weekend ambling around Grand Marais, MN ...
After dark, when the camp was at rest,
I groped my way back to the altar boulder
and passed the night on it, — above the water,
beneath the leaves and stars, — everything
still more impressive than by day,
the fall seen dimly white, singing
Nature's old love song with solemn enthusiasm,
while the stars peering through the leaf-roof
seemed to join in the white water's song.
Precious night, precious day to abide in me forever.
Thanks be to God for this immortal gift.
John Muir, The Writings Of John Muir
"Every hundred feet the world changes"
Roberto Bolaño, 2666
Loneliness is a trendy topic lately ... unsurprisingly coinciding with the rise of social media and ultra-connectedness. It's an important thing to think about.
Of all the fantasies human beings entertain, the idea that we can go it alone is the most absurd and perhaps the most dangerous. We stand together or we fall apart.
Sometimes - especially on the hard days - I wish to yell, "TRIBE! ASSEMBLE!" into a giant megaphone and everyone I love would appear from whatever geographical place or distant life-phase they're in to share a meal and talk with joy, fear and wonder about how strange and disorienting it is to be human.
