My concerns are global.

For those who celebrate ...

HAPPY TWIN PEAKS DAY!

There are things in life that exist, and yet our eyes cannot see them. Have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see? 

Why are some things kept from our vision? Is life a puzzle? I am filled with questions. Sometimes my questions are answered. In my heart, I can tell if the answer is correct. I am my own judge. In a dream, are all the characters really you? Different aspects of you? Do answers come in dreams? 

One more thing: I grew up in the woods. I understand many things because of the woods. Trees standing together, growing alongside one another, providing so much. 

I chew pitch gum. On the outside, let's say of the ponderosa pine, sometimes pitch oozes out. Runny pitch is no good to chew. Hard, brittle pitch is no good. But in between there exists a firm, slightly crusted pitch with such a flavor. This is the pitch I chew.

As above, so below. The human being finds himself, or herself, in the middle. There is as much space outside the human, proportionately, as inside. Stars, moons, and planets remind us of protons, neutrons, and electrons. Is there a bigger being walking with all the stars within? 

Does our thinking affect what goes on outside us, and what goes on inside us? I think it does. 

Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe? What really is creamed corn? Is it a symbol for something else?

Miscommunication sometimes leads to arguments, and arguments sometimes lead to fights. Anger is usually present in arguments and fights. Anger is an emotion, usually classified as a negative emotion. Negative emotions can cause severe problems in our environment and to the health of our body. 

Happiness, usually classified as a positive emotion, can bring good health to our body, and spread positive vibrations into our environment. 

Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. By ill, I mean any of the following: physically ill, emotionally ill, mentally ill, and/or spiritually ill.

A poem as lovely as a tree:

As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.

The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream.

The dream of suffering and pain.

Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain.

A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.

Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.

So now the sadness comes — the revelation. There is a depression after an answer is given. It was almost fun not knowing. Yes, now we know. At least we know what we sought in the beginning. 

But there is still the question: why? And this question will go on and on until the final answer comes. Then the knowing is so full, there is no room for questions.