Broad Day Emission

I. Why is a broken question. It is a magic carpet that can only carry one seeker. And vital only to one the answer has very little body, is mostly abstraction. But how is the body, is in evidence in the flesh, is the answer around which forms the question. How answers why like scissors to paper.



II. I am in the apartment in the city after camping in the woods. The sounds are different here. Lot's of people out all night, so that the quite lull is in the afternoon. I've been sleepwalking.



III. I was explained Mormon theology on the banks of lake Cadillac while a new serpentine belt and tensioner got put on my car in town. Sometimes they talked like they were on thin ice, and other times with enthusiasm. But first we talked of travel, uniforms, days off, and women. "It happens," one said about falling in love while on mission, "but it tends to be frowned on." "I bet a lot of people ask you about polygamy," I said. They chuckled and shrugged their shoulders. When they said they didn't believe in original sin, they laid it out like like it was a flashy prize.



IV. I think children are the answer to all our questions, both why and how, all bundled up and wrapped together. Through them we imagine perpetuity. History a condition of the future. The arc of life could be seen as a sunset, the sun standing still, the earth going over backwards.



V. To be a snail would be like being trapped by a question, any question...a snail with a shell, kind of like wearing special glasses that only let you see one color, or when something moves, or if they give off heat. The paintbrushes are then useless. The notebooks, rubbish.



VI. Do you like saying new words so much that you can talk to machines? Do you have a future leaning perspective, then ye are nearest to God.




r.z.