Sunday, 12 April
Good Morning
Jack…
It’s
difficult getting lost in Southern California.
There are too many prominent landmarks.
The ocean is west, the mountains east and the desert has few roads so
there is little opportunity to be confused as to which way to go. Generally, it’s a choice of continuing
forward or turn around and go back the way you came. The simple layout there was a real confidence
builder for me.
My
navigation skills were useless for North Carolina. After a number of years here I still confuse
east with west. I blame the trees for
blocking my view in every direction.
Tuesday
morning I went out towards Reed’s goldmine from Kannapolis. It was the last day of cool, overcast
weather. There were signs of light rain
the previous night.
We get more
rain than Seattle here. Big deal. We've got a roof over our head. The animals outside put up with whatever
comes their way. Any kind of shelter
makes matters a bit more tolerable. An
insect finds a hole in some wood and scurries inside to escape the drops and to
hide. Soon another insect finds the same
hole and creeps inside. He is quickly eaten
by the first insect. First come, first
serve.
This path
leads you to the princess castle where Sleeping Beauty waits for your kiss.
Here’s a
portion of the forest being redeveloped.
Termites have been contracted to reverse engineer this ancient tree.
This is the
kind of environment where you have all kinds of Whos for Horton to hear..
A tree dies
and wills its remains to a slew of upstarts.
A wandering
root drinks from a goblet of murk.
Scampering
life abounds. This would be paradise
except for the fact your neighbors are trying to eat you. When you think about it we've evolved from a
long line of traumatized species. It
should be of no wonder we are the way we are.
I wonder if we are about to get ahead of ourselves – the power of
science outsmarting our wisdom. For
instance, we find compelling advantages to redesigning ourselves genetically. Enthusiasm abounds and we program out
characteristics that made us who we are.
We shed our biological heritage and become something altogether
different, by choice. We each become a
tree of knowledge and we rule our own bloodline extinct and we are finally good.
Love,
Dad
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