Unimaginable stellar catastrophes take place, entire worlds collapse into a single point. Light can no longer escape, even the profoundest blackness would seem like light and the silence would seem like thunder. The universe is filled with Nothing, it is the Yawning Black Void. Systems of the Milk Ways have condensed into Un-stars. Utter blissfulness is spreading, and out of utter blissfulness now springs the Absurdity. This is the situation.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things- AIR, SLEEP, DREAMS, THE SEA, THE SKY- all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Top of Horsetail Falls in Desolation Wilderness
Steep Ravine Campground
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
A View from Above
Yosemite Valley from Upper Falls Trail
lambent adj. (of light or fire) glowing, gleaming, or flickering with a soft radiance.
“the magical, lambent light of the north”
Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learned from joys and prosperity only,But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
And now to conceive and show to the world what your children en-masse really are,
(For who except myself has yet conceived what your children en-masse really are?)
