Walking The Dog Through A Cemetery

A man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost.

—Henry Thoreau

Man will never find the end of the trail.

—Robert Hofstadter

Probe and rummage and ruminate all we want –through, past, back, forward, beyond, up, out, now— we can’t see through any of it, won’t ever get to the bottom.

We are each of us the tiniest of lockers crammed with eternity, in a cavernous depot populated by ghosts we can no longer recognize.

We can’t be trusted.

We come from nothing and go right back to where we came from.

We are nonetheless not done being made.

Get busy.

(inspired by Loren Eiseley’s The Night Country)