Nothing that I can do will change the structure of the universe. But maybe, by raising my voice I can help the greatest of all causes - goodwill among men and peace on earth.ï¿½?? - Albert Einstein
As I look at the earth - pondering it, pondering my future - I realize that I must turn with it. Let it push me where it will. Let it spit me out on some distant shore. Let it splatter me on the sidewalks of the cities. Drop me like rain on the savannahs, like snow on the mountains. Let it release me like a breath upon the oceans. Let me be the mist that rises from the surf at dawn. The dew beneath the feet of the hunter. The sands that shift in the desert wind. Remade by time. Reborn.
As I begin this adventure, I know that a beating heart is heart filled with wonder. Curiosity. Danger. I can choose the path. I can make it one of light. It can be black like the universal void from which we sprang. It shall be light! Or perhaps darkness. It cannot be known. Only proven by living. By time. If my deeds are remembered and considered, that will be my judgement. Only in time can I find peace. Or torment. Or silence.
So it is now, dear friends. So it is forever. So it is that I say goodbye. As I go I see the earth as my companion. For from it I cannot run. Today it nourishes me. Awakens me. It feeds my dreams. It bathes me in it’s cool waters. Warms my blood in it’s springs. Tomorrow it will surround me. Envelope me. Reduce me to dust. I will become the Earth. Finally moving with it through space. Through time.
Jim Morrison said, “Not to touch the earth. Not to see the sun. Nothing left to do but run, run, run. Let’s run.” And today I run.