I wonder why when I stare up at the full moon I have the deep feeling that I am tapping into some kind of jet stream of eternity. This is not the jet stream that moves weather and gets planes to destinations ahead of time. This is a jet stream where memories of the forces of the Big Bang are as close as memories of my Bar Mitzvah.. A jet stream where aborigines and Genghis Khan live next door and he comes to pillage for a cup of sugar. This is the realm of quiet confident measured calm. Here the hallways of childhood could be camoflouged wormholes and knowledge is as much a bluff at a poker table as it is fact.
If I go back inside television, books, writing and "my of this universe" problems exist. All the distractions of culture. In culture time is chopped up like one of those Japanese chefs at the side of your table. In nature the Japanese dude just smiles and floats by.
Out here in the moonbeams I am seeing this as I have done a million times before as a million different people, a million different things, the perspective of a million different planets from a million different points in space. Here you can recollect the future and predict the past.
There is no sense of time except mythic time. Not Lord of the Rings soft focus and glowing robes kind of stuff. (Even as a slovenly bearded man in my terrycloth bathrobe I dont qualify)
This feels as thick as honey. Here death is just one pistachio where you go on to eat the entire bag. There is no forwards, backwards or sideways. If we had a compass for this it would spin endlessly and that dance would be our direction.
The roar of the waves give me some slight sense of distance, of space, but more the sense that lakes oceans, rivers have always rode shotgun in eternity.
DaVinci was obsessed with water saying of a river "what once was will always be" I'm just barely beginning to understand this
This is the cosmic aspirin that helps with the pain of the mundane. A simple step out into the night.
