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.
John Hamilton Farr lives in Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” See .png)