Breaking out of the Tunnel
Driving on highway 580 the other day through the rolling hills of California I was in the process of doing some of my best thinking. And with all the space that was available I started thinking "how nice it is that I live in space." I know a lot of people that live in tunnels, its what we call tunnel vision. And I occasionally lived there too. And I still find myself every once in awhile going back into that tunnel. It is safe, it is protective, it is hidden. And while it is all of those things, it is also constricting. And I can feel the shifts in my physic when I go back into the tunnel, I slouch, my shoulders curl inward, my head lowers, going smaller to fit in the tunnel. Because when I (we) go into our tunnels we talk all our shtuff with us. And for some of us, not all of us, we take a lot with us. And it gets so crowded. And when I was driving, I noticed the space. The open everlasting further and further and further available space. And all the shtuff that I have can b...