Originally posted by: sixone
You didn't get your digs in, in the other thread? You've got to come attack me here, too?
Extended thread diversion (which I started), part lebenty-deux: Your protests ring hollow to me, given your web wide campaign of vitriol against me. Let me put it this way: At least I'm not registering as
sixone here or anywhere else in order to augment an
extensive campaign of personal attacks against me both under your own nick, and if that weren't enough, mine. Unlike you.
That said, it takes two to tussel, and I stand guilty, so I will cease, as it serves no good or healthy purpose. Will you?
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: I have always escaped the madding crowd by taking my hound (or hounds) deep into the woods. Knowing a woods through all four seasons is an intimate relationship that can stir your soul and gratify beyond belief.
I have also always had a deep connection to bodies of water, from the elfin-spirit like rush of a stream in the woods to the systole-diastole mother womb heartbeat of an ocean's waves gently landing ashore.
And I LOVE vistas -- those vantage points from which the world opens up before you like a gift directly from God.
Meteor showers (falling stars, quick, make a wish!) and the ever changing, nature's own light show of lightning bugs in the woods by the stream in my backyard, against the perfect screen of no artificial light blackness, tickles my inner child.
Desert in our American Southwest, all gorgeous rust red splashed, wind eroded shapes -- yet another gift from Gaia. Stand or sit anywhere in the seemingly deserted desert long enough and you will marvel at all the actual life you will finally see scuttling about their business.
Hey, walking through a city in that almost perfect late afternoon light -- so neutral and pure -- and catching the odd architectual detail fashioned by some other human who lived and loved and hoped and then moved on -- decades or centuries before -- is yet another admission free treasure.
There is EVERYWHERE to go to excape the cold digital reduction, parts woefully lesser than the whole, of the Information Age.
And, hey,
sixone, Jane Austen's keenly detailed eye into the human experience is a refuge surely equal to all the rest. Ok enough?