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
back in the reality of my old home
dependability equaled life
Vonnegut would have agreed
newer and better isn’t everything!