Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

This is familiar territory.

October 21, 2016

 

I like to think, when I'm lost in the world (familiar territory or no), that I've got the DNA echo of the humans who survived, generation after generation; I've got the echo of stars in my cells, in my blood, and that a whole celestial orchestra had to play and to crash together for even a chance at this life, at solving this (whatever) particular dilemma, time constraint, complication. 

 

Put that way, even the nuttiest moment transcends weariness into something like honor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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