
The joy for me is found walking/driving through the world, eating in the world, being here/now in the quiet of early morning, but not so much in the grind of heavy traffic. I would enjoy a chat with Henry David Thoreau and Black Elk and Chief Seattle... and being close to water... Away from crowds of any kind, and noise, and complexity, drama, trauma... I enjoy the pleasure of my own company in any setting that doesn't include bores (Winston Churchill said, "A bore is someone who robs us of our solitude without providing us with companionship"). And too many people talk without having anything to say. If you find me stuck in a reunion of any kind, rescue me with an invitation to the desert bar. I am re-reading Joseph Campbell's Thou Art That, and finding forgotten delights on practically every page. And I am reminded again that seeing is a function of how we look, that what we see is a reflection of how we see, and that we cannot get away from how we see in order to see anything without tampering with it, shaping it, "reading things into it," in significant ways. So the observer tampers with what is observed in the process/act of observing it. And we cannot see/know anything apart from our projections/assumptions/conjectures about it. How we perceive the world colors what we perceive about the world, and we have no idea what we are talking about when we say anything. Knowing that requires us to take everything we say "with a grain of salt." Keep a salt shaker handy at all times, for what you say and for what others say to you.
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