“From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.” ~ Tony Hillerman
“The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.” ~ David Mitchell
“Whereas moral courage is the righting of wrongs, creative courage, in contrast, is the discovering of new forms, new symbols, new patterns on which a new society can be built.” ~ Rollo May
Chaos and order are on my mind this morning. How many times in my life have I heard folks say that they make order out of chaos, or at least aspire to that end? Me, today? I’ll take both, without acquiescence. This expansive view provides the best forest in which to hunt for patterns. It’s about old, stale patterns, really. New, fresh patterns are what I seek. Can’t do that without taking an occasional gander at the old ones, because you cannot rightly know if an old pattern masks a new one, by holding your old prejudices hostage – like dude if you change you’re gonna get in trouble dude. You’re gonna get in trouble. That’s what the bad man said to me when I went to tell his girlfriend that he threatened to shoot me in the head if I didn’t do what he said. The day after I told her anyway he did something truly appalling, and on a much larger scale. Scared the shit out of me. A bit of magic and synchronicity saved me from going all paranoid and stuff. My good friend Brian stopped by (I lived in an Airstream, as groundskeeper of the girlfriends property) to see if I wanted to go hunt for lobsters. He had never done such a thing before. Of course I said yes. We rode our bicycles to where Brian docked his boat, stopping on the way to buy a six pack of Budweiser, and a pack of smokes. We never found any lobsters that day. The sea was a bit rough (four to six foot waves) after we left Florida Bay and headed out into the ocean. Swimming in that turbulence did me a world of good, as it reminded me of the Tao. I didn’t forget about that asshole named Jack, but being immersed in the ocean on a rough day reminded me of the . . . . ummmm, it reminded me of eternity, is what it did. I stayed at my friend Diane’s house that night, and we drank Busch beer, and laughed a lot. The next day I went back to my trailer and found that Jack had done a very bad thing. I soon ran away to Massachusetts. Then to Taos. I don’t know why this story comes to mind this morning. It is painful to relate this to you.; painful because I left Lori behind. Lori is another story. She was the true love of my life. There was a lot of tragedy in what happened. Shit, that’s enough. I guess the cat wasn’t satisfied with eating that spider a few minutes ago, so I’d best git on ta feedin’ her, and poking some insulin into her hide.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.