I wrote this mostly in Montana. ——- Look to the horizon. It’s Spring, mid-evening. A ribbon of faint sunlight stretches across the horizon. It’s nine o’clock, and still dusk, and the view is some Pentacostal ecstasy. Your soul ruptures, and all your questions dissolve: the Infinite, the Endles, Heaven, Hell, Ying, Yang... here it is—The Answer!—in all [...]
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Friday, May 8, 2009
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