We live in a hybrid world, a fusion state where machine code intermingles with a mountain stream. Why wait, when you can simulate? Turn thought streams into walking dreams, like Aussies do down under. What must it feel like to be hanging from your toes on the downside of a spinning globe?
Gravity saves the day, the magnetic attraction of a mass of matter, the glueball we cling to as we endlessly chatter about the universe, on a perfectly predictable course, a sailor’s delight this endless flight from day to night. How precise, the master craft maker of time and space to make this place and plant life upon it. Let’s just see what happens next.
Give the boy keys to the car and an endless tank of gas. Will he ever come back once he see the track and gets to make autonomous choices between this way or that? A lifetime of choices, a game of chance. How do you fake it while learning to dance? How do you rise up after a fall? Or remain fallen, curled in a ball? Protect your privates, some advise. Duck and cover was once the rule. Now I stand here, a naked fool.
“Keep Vermont Weird,” seen on a t-shirt
Monday to soar high above a hundred, the baker’s rule. They say wait ‘til then to cast clothing aside, but this is Vermont where anything goes. Will this be the first day I test the waters? Maybe it’s an obligation. We’ll find out when this fool goes to Costco without any pants. It’s in the rulebook: no clothes required in Vermont if you leave the house that way. It's illegal to undress in public, but if you leave home naked, it's AOK.
Free thinkers united here back in the day when hippies and communes came to stay. Now those same people have grown somewhat old. With age comes wisdom the Chinese say. Turning 60 opens the way to a new chapter in the book of life. "Shòushēng" or "jiazi," marks the completion of a full cycle, all of the possible combinations of 12 Chinese zodiac animals and the 5 elements (5 X 12 = 60 years).
And today, we celebrate the longest day of the year, axis tilted toward the Summer Solstice.