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Random musings of little consequence

April 17, 2017

Hiroshima twilight photograph by Anthony

“Human brains had much bigger brains back then then they do today, and so they could be beguiled by mysteries. One such mystery in 1986 was how could so many creatures reached the Galapagos Islands. Some people argued that they had used natural rafts
Others asserted that they had walked dry-shod across a natural land bridge
Some said the Islands had once been a part of the mainland
Another theory is God almighty created those creatures on the island
Still others said they arrived on an ark after a great flood
If there really was a Noah’s Ark, and there may have been
I might entitle this posting ‘a second Noah’s Ark’ “

….…lately for me it has been a time of confusion and unsettled feelings. With the inevitable realization of the reality that I may indeed not return to my home in Alaska spreading and taking command of my aging neurons. This coupled with life in this alien environment of seemingly constant thunder storms, heat, unaccustomed social norms and the choking crush of humanity surrounding me has it seems snuffed out the flame of creativity and inspiration to write.

Not that our world is void of events to ponder and write about from the Presidents unleashing of the military to exterminate isis and our use of the MOAB or a cartoon nation threatening a nuclear attack on the United States to our representatives in Washington back to business as usual ignoring the populace once again, nothing has stirred this old mans psyche.

Maybe this is why I have begun to re-visit books that travel a different path in their view of reality. From Douglas Adams ‘Hitch-hiker’s guide’ to Kurt Vonnegut’s ‘Galapagos’ which opened this posting. Vonnegut especially had a wonderfully insane way of viewing the daily life of the characters in his works, and from where I am sitting his off beat interpretation of life matches what I see around me today.

To point out one minuscule event of no consequence that ‘in my mind’ matches his writings… my trucks extreme makeover. I type this with a smile now but the day the plague of hail came and my viewing of its aftermath there were no smiles. That simple vehicle that had faithfully done everything I asked from starting in weather so cold hot coffee froze before it hit the ground, ensuring my welfare with years of safe trips on roads of ice and rugged enough to drive the most primitive roads in America, so yes at the time I was despondent.

But today I am faced with a choice weather to cast aside this faithful appendage to my life or replace it. Back home it would be a no brainier because mechanically it is just fine but here in the heart of civilization it looks out of place with its hundreds of dents, reminiscent of someone using my truck as a target for practicing golf.

In this civilized world
I am now living in
having the new and better than everyone else
overshadows everything
back in the reality of my old home
dependability equaled life
Vonnegut would have agreed
newer and better isn’t everything!

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Dwight permalink
    April 18, 2017 5:23 am

    Here is an excellent book for you Pete: “All The Light We Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr. All my friends really liked it. Available in paperback. Great Read! Dwight


  2. April 19, 2017 12:05 pm

    Speaking of trucks, is that your’s being towed out of a river? You should do a blog of just some of your greatest Alaskan memories on camera. Would bee good medicine.


  3. Truck Stop Writer permalink
    April 19, 2017 1:37 pm

    “the choking crush of humanity surrounding me has it seems snuffed out the flame of creativity and inspiration to write”

    Don’t give up the spark! You have a wealth of experience, memories, beliefs and ideas, many of which you may not have visited in some time. How do those experiences parallel and intersect your life now? Seek the beauty around you. Beauty is everywhere, you just have to seek it out. Sometimes it can be harder to find, but it’s there. Sometimes you have to change your perspective to see it. Sometimes it’s not apparent in the moment, but only in retrospect. But it is there.

    There is always something to be grateful for, too. If we focus always on what we’ve lost, we lose sight of what we’ve gained. Your writing is a gift. If you believe in God, you might believe God inspired your abilities, that your way with words is a gift from God. If you don’t believe in God, then your talent is a gift you’ve given yourself. Either way, it’s a gift. And the art you make of it, the words you share, they are a gift to the world. When you share your art, you “pay it forward,” inspiring others, perhaps even other fledgling writers.

    Nobody can force you to write, to share, to give. But I sincerely hope you won’t let go of your talent.

    Vonnegut, Pratchett, and so many others have pursued their art, through all their hardship, and their gifts have lasted beyond their physical selves, and now they live on through their stories, and through the impact those stories have on others. Your words will outlast you. They are your ghost.

    Write hard. Leave a good ghost.

    I look forward to reading more from you.


    • Jon permalink
      April 22, 2017 8:38 am

      Truck Stop Writer,
      Great post or maybe I should say muse on life! Pete should be inspired by this. I personally have nothing to add.

      Liked by 1 person

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