November 4, 2016
I am wondering how I might proceed, how I might pave a road on a landscape that's continually shifting? We are living on ideological quicksand. The spin of the searching mind proves a tornado, digesting all the particles winding into its vortex. It destroys homes as it rebuilds them, fashions them anew to meet the new demands that change by the second. There is no stability. There is no uniformity. There is only going forward. "If you're going through hell, keep going." That may be the only reality we'll ever know. We stare upwards, ignoring our inexorable slide into mud.