Philosophy

The wick burns brightly at the center of the candle but will, ultimately, burn out its very existence. Its purpose is its demise. Its worth is its destruction. Ironic that reason sometimes distinguishes, then, extinguishes. August 10, 2021

for Jeff Blanc (and his crew) The river’s strong current pulls me, engulfs me, corrals me towards the Narrows. I hear the thunder in the gorge, I feel the surge. I know what anger and beauty and power is around the corner of the granite sentinels. Luring. Teasing. Intriguing. Bring it on. I accept your rules. Cruel, one-sided, pompous. Today, you abdicate and I dictate my reign. I’m slammed against the canyon walls. I challenge all. The rapids mock me. The rocks block me but