Well, we speak in language that can be comprehended. Words are merely the symbols used to point to objects, concepts, images, and feelings. The nothingness I spoke of was the absence of cities, teeming masses of people and they understood the nothingness that I was referencing. But in truth in the absence of masses of people, cities, never ending static noise there is something...many somethings. There is the land, the creatures, the wind, the silence. I spoke of nothingness as purity they spoke of it as a void which needed filled. And in truth it is filled with weapons of war. Drilling rigs are scattered over the desert plain....the lights from their towers punctuate the night like some unholy devastation. Surely the vibration of motors and pumps keep away the creatures of the desert. We fill this arid space with moisture, pits of drilling mud, waste water, chemical compounds. There is something here of our creation and this desert war zone is the first step in the creation of cities.
But I come here to see the vastness, to taste the dust, to weep for our collective soul...as I weep now. For the more we fill this nothingness with emptiness and manifest hollowness with our creation the sooner we become abstractions losing our particularities...mirages which fade upon approach.
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Hey buddy!
Good to hear how things are going man. Where in West Texas are you? I have family in the Texas pan handle.
Matt Wilmeth
Currently near Odessa working a lot. How are things for you? You have family everywhere brother.
LaFleur
The vast majority of people view the absence of humanity and/or human development as a - to use your phraseology - void. As though existence, extrinsic to the individual or the community by which the individual defines itself, is meaningless without that which is inherently human to validate its substance.
It's the same arrogance of asking, "If a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it, does it really make a sound?"
Of course it does. It's the sort of, quote, "philosophical" question that makes me want to stab psedo-intellectuals in the face. There is no mystery regarding Truth or morality or actuality of being: there is a definable and quantifiable answer. The world, our world and by extension the universe or pandimensional sphere in which it resides, continues, evolves, and cycles back through entropy with or without our human intervention. We are cosmically insignificant, and most people can't reconcile that concept with their ego; that their importance is primarily subjective, limited to the Self and the interconnected, yet finite, latticework engendered by our presence. Transfigurative, surely, but not universally definitive.
It's that inflated sense of self worth that fuels the fundaments of most religion and industrialization, and it's one of the many (and varied) reasons I can't... stand... people - in that global sense.
And then - every once in a while - I read something like this; I get a glimmer of understanding. I see there are others who understand the quiet. Someone who seems to get that we do not have to complete unto ourselves to be a working, living, breathing part of something altogether else, altogether greater. And the furthermore, there's Truth and Beauty in spite of and because of that isolation.
So many people try to fill that so called "void" with the meaningless and the materialistic, so much noise to drown out that stillness, a omnipresent silence that taps into that primordial fear of that which is unknown.
I'd rather embrace the quiet.
Have any of your fellow workers commented on how the equipment adds to the beauty, like from afar that pump adds some aesthetic quality? Something similar happened to me recently, and I was dumbfounded...
This is a good piece. It is wonderful to know that your intuition led you to a better place. I am always happy when I realize that I followed my own intuition, and I was right.
Listen for the coyotes. Are they there as well?
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