
Created by copying the top half of the image, flipping it upside down and reattaching it to itself.
Instant mirror.
It gets better. The left half of the top half was made at Morton’s Overlook in the Smokies.
I copied it, and flipped it side to side, attached to itself to create the top half of this image.
Mirrors are everywhere. Reality is not to be found (Here or anywhere else).
I have said here before
that my fifth grade teacher
told my mother in one of those
parent/teacher conferences,
"Jimmy looks out the window a lot."
A lot of that was because
Jimmy was safer out the window.
The adults in my life were intent
on molding me after their image of me.
So I withdrew without knowing what I was doing
like an oyster into its shell.
I read a lot. Mostly Hardy Boys and science fiction.
And spent a good bit of time wandering in the woods
near our house,
and building model airplanes and ships from plastic kits.
And fished with other boys my age.
I did not know an actual flesh and blood adult
who was any help to me whatsoever.
Mad magazine provided a foundation of sorts with satire
and humor, but I lacked any real sense of stability,
purpose and direction.
That began to take shape in the time I spend
reflecting on what interested me
and how I might make sense of things.
That really took off when I graduated from seminary,
and could get away from people telling me what to think
in order to ask my own questions and seek my own answers
to those questions.
My education began when I left school.
I read everything that caught my eye from all fields of study.
And everything raised more questions.
Even its answers raised questions.
And my experiences with life generated even more questions.
And here I am. Still asking questions!
I don't expect my death to slow it down!
I'll be looking out the windows still, even then.
But then, as now, with purpose and direction.
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