Really missing the woods now and all those magical moments of solitude; the talkative raven, that lone hooting owl above me at night, the singing ice, the dancing fog rolling out over the lake from the swamp at 5 in the morning, the smell of pine resin and fire, and of dried pine needles in the sun, and the sound of nothing but the wind in the trees, how the wind calms down in the evening, and the bats flying over the lake at twilight. Unfortunately I am tied up with numerous obligations, but soon… I have to. Maybe you do too, without knowing it.
A bit of a pretentious knobhead with thoughts too big for his head and a need to get them out to leave room for other things.
About Water on a Rock
Water on a Rock is a place where I collect and define my thoughts on philosophy, politics and life. As with everything in life, it is a process of exploration that will, at times, be inconsistent and contradictory, but hopefully made more solid and strong with time.
While the hope is to some degree help counter some negative and even dangerous ideas spreading in society, it is also very much about I myself finding my own path, outside of the constraints of set philosophies and religions. And yes, it is pretentious. And I think more people should be.