Nature is a portal. When I crave confirmation of my origin, all I have to do is take a hike. Amazingly, some humans are immune. Most of them, perhaps. But just look! You could probably put all the people in that landscape on a bus.
I need bitch no more. When I was young, I thought the only reason to be rich was so you could go live on a mountain or a beach or anywhere you wanted that was far away from cities, close to Nature, someplace that would give you access to the truth. I never wanted a big fine house or luxuries, never gave that any thought at any time. Mysteries were another matter. There were always things outside my view, something hinted in a book, that drove me crazy. I couldn’t get there from the curbs and sidewalks. I just couldn’t.
The potential is there. I’m evolving like snakes on acid. Don’t believe anything anybody tells you. Don’t believe this.