it's not like we're leaving civilization. we're just going to floriday.

In the moral world, when a seed is planted, good fruit is inevitable, and does not depend on our watering and cultivating; that when you plant, or bury, a hero in his field, a crop of heroes is sure to spring up. This is aseed of such force and vitality, that it does not ask our leave to germinate.

Henry David Thoreau

From the river to the sea.

 reading thoreau i remember the good people have always been fighting the destroyers of the ruling class.

 Frosty full moon in the kitchen fire door window. Rough sleep last night and we have to fly this morning. Trudy says she's not lonely when we're not here. Matter and spirit, and atmosphere connecting everything. Thoreau tuned himself like an instrument, an instrument of weather. Observing by tracking the seasons, tracking himself. How long? he repeats in the little boxes of the kalendar. Well, we're off now, into the wild blue yonder.

 I'll write about Thoreau's Kalendar later. The net was rent all day yesterday. The artificial system could go down total some day soon. It's so easy for it to fail. then all we got is books and each other, and nature. Thank heavens for cats and Thoreau's Kalendar. We can make it alright. Free Palestine. Free us. It's by being lost we find out who, where, what and why we are. Word of yestertoday is fugacious. 

 Our leaders are criminals.

 Silent ballad of the fallen temple.