Get outta dodge

I need to get outta dodge.... I miss my sanity. I miss the smell of fresh fir, the deafening sound of silence, the all-encompassing feeling of solitude and lonlieness. I need to feel the excitement of knowing that the closest hint of humanity is miles away; humanity that doesnt even include my own being.

I long for the sounds of a wild river, "in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise."

Who made the rules or definitions of "civilization"? If I ever met the guy I'd probably help him fall short of a couple teeth.

Aldous Huxley wrote “That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach”.

Why is it that "civilized" people have a tendency to mock the past? Why mock your roots? If it wasnt for these roots would we have this "civilization"?

I'm not saying anyone mocked me personally, but the majority (not all) of the type of people I'm around day in and day out tend to be the types that do, and it bugs me.

My civilization is the sound of the water, the smell of the wild, the feel of the natural.

Peace. Quiet. Cleanliness... The author of something beautiful...

 One of life's quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful, even if it is only a floating ash.