At first I was running. On country roads, long & challenging country roads, in the Northeast maybe, with uncultivated fields & trees along the road I started running. I wasn't concerned with running faster, but worried about missing the course, and running through a turn. Then I had a bicycle. It was a fine machine.
While I was on the bicycle, I ended up under water, underwater bicycling. There were Pacific Islander warriors training for the next Athelon by running while propelling a person flatways for the most water resistance.
Then I was in a series of privately owned and organizationally owned edifices. It was a work-break from the Athelon. We were repairing & remodeling a cathedral for an organization. I was on a floor where I got a side view across the bottom of the dome of the altar. I ended up drunk & asleep, on the roof above the "Nartex"? Someone came and found me.
Later I woke up on a small piece of land with several houses. We were talking about the basement, with all the water in it, or at least that was what I was listening to people talk about. We could only smoke if we put on galoshes and went down and worked on getting the water out. I felt like it was a pointless effort. The water, the galoshes, the cigarettes, all being purposeless. Yet, I put on a pair of galoshes that were shorter than the depth of the water.
Then I was in the last part of the Athelon. The one where we had to get down a river. Most people had floating devices, except some were just wading as fast as they could. I found a variety of devices I tried, including just swimming. I couldn't get lost on the river, but I was really trying to go faster. At times I was propelled without effort past the other competitors, and at other times I had to work to just keep behind some small person.
Towards the end, there was a queue for some people. Like when you cross a bridge in NYC and there are the EZPass lanes, but if you don't have EZPass you have to get in the line of cars. I got in line. Then I woke up.
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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