A March across Powell, 22

August 02, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

March 22, 2014; Saturday

37° 17.48 110° 32.24

It was another beautiful night and I slept well.

I wake just before sunrise and peeking out from the shelter and comfort of my cocoon the scene inspires me to get up to take a few photos.

Another dream: I was in an unfamiliar town having arrived there with another man. We'd done something wrong, not terribly wrong, but enough to offend the local police chief, who was after us. We drove around together in my truck for a bit, trying to get away but then we ditched the truck and split up on foot. I walked through an open market area and was recognized by a store owner who started broadcasting my whereabouts on a radio station. I quickly left the market, started hitchhiking and got picked up by a woman in a small two seat convertible sports car. I rode around with her for a while and each time a car would pass in the other direction I'd bend down to re-tie my shoes.

I recently read Guns, Germs and Steel and was impressed by the author's analysis of how our progression from hunter/gatherer societies to where we are today has been enabled by leisure time. The surpluses generated by growing crops led to idle time which was put to use by creatives to develop writing, metals, sciences, etc. By that measure we are the most idle society since the dawn of civilization but to what advantage? To what use are we putting it? Are we wasting the gifts our ancestors have bestowed upon us? How can we not? (We? Perhaps I should have written "I".)

 

 

 


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