pt 1

As I rolled through the misty countryside of America, I got a sense of motion of pattern.  As if all things were one, and only existed in the sense that they were going somewhere, from one place to the next.  And there was no time.  Not as we know it.  Everything that has existed, still exists, and always will exist.

Rationalizing it from a judeo-christian perspective, how would you think God reckons time?  It means nothing to He Who Can Dip Through the Days like a punch bowl.  One day a billion years ago is the same as today as is a billion years from now.

From a bhuddist stanpoint, the ceaseless movement of all we perceive, which is, in fact, impermanent and therefore not real, and the fact that there is no time, only makes sense.

The prarie rolls.  It curves and bounds, curdled up by the forces of tectonic pressure, which we are only aware of when it explodes in our impermanent faces.

The roll reminds me of the parachute game at parochial school as a little kid.  The teacher somehow got ahold of an old army parachute, and the class would stand around, in a circle, holding the edges.  On cue we would sweep the parachute up and down until it filled with air, and then scramble underneath and hold the edges down, giggling like mad, contained in a neatly defined world, a tent, a collapsing green silk hut, until it sank slowly all the way to the floor.

Uh-oh, audrey is out of the shower.  I fucked the hell out of her.

Staying at the holiday inn tonight.  We got a shitty little room with a bank of mirrors on one wall.  So I watched.  It was like my own little porno.

And I worked her.  Finally, face down, working her, I came, and busted all over her back, finally FINALLY getting some on her face.

She whined about getting a kleenex.

"That's not funny.  Why are you laughing?"  she said.

"Its not funny to YOU..."

[long pause after I grab kleenex and she cleans up.  AUDREY still lays face down where I left her]

"I worked you."  I said.

No response.  I smack AUDREY in the ass.

Pause

"Yes, you did." she replied.

Tomorrow, onto Denver.  Staying at the Adam's Mark all week.  Beats imposing on friends.

So much to see and do.  So many people I have missed.

Oh, and on the drive out, passed through Olivet.  The large old trees dropped golden leaves from their high canopy to cover the ground.  The students hurried to class.  Small, conservative school.