Thursday, July 8, 2010

Interlude Continues

"We live in this mysterious world as if we understand it and so wonder becomes lost. We live as if we know more than we don't know and that isn't true. Each moment of our lives we stand at a crossroads: we can reduce the profound to the mundane or we can intuit the continuous and vital mystery through which we move."
- G. Bluestone

There you go.

I notice, have noticed my whole adult life that whenever you really know something special, some little thing maybe, but as well the biggest things, I have noticed if you know and try to say and someone else really doesn't know, then they don't get it. It is better in the long haul to just shut up. It is better, that is, unless it somehow figures in your destiny to be a Don Quixote figure.

The Taoists emphasize this. They say the really enlightened often look just like street people or better, the countryside version of street people. It is well known that when you are busy discovering something really not well known you will look quite foolish to those who don't see. Someone pointed out that is like you looking out at the universe and them looking at you looking. They will mainly see your arse. Cover it well.


Nothing for it...hammer away. Say it this way, say it that, try to avoid dead language and cliche. Leave the cracks open. Occasionally someone falls through a crack and everything changes.

Not everyone who reads here comments. In fact, most don't. I have one reader who has been back 161 times since the end of May. I know where the people who read and comment are, more or less. None of them are in this location, I am fairly sure. I can only think of one person who comments (rarely) that I don't really know where from. This person does not comment as far as I know. Kudos to this person and whatever he/she is up to.

I have not copyrighted anything. It is not my aim.

I am healing and I am also leaving town for a couple days. See you when I loop back to my perihelion. I am going to go sit in a prison visiting room again, with the low uncomfortable tables designed so you can't pass anything under them, but you can't lean on them either. You can't wear levis. You can't take anything in except coins for the vending machines and a few photos. You sit in rows on the same side as the other visitors while the inmates sit on the other side with a wider aisle on that side for the guards to traverse. There are three long table sets and two long aisles. The center table set is actually two sets with the visitors back to back and a skinny aisle between. They would never let the inmates sit back to back. That is an example of the shitty little things done for control that if you are an inmate you notice and have to learn or get in trouble. Don't hang out back to back for any number of reasons. The other inmates want control also, by the way.

Over in one area are some glassed in seats where people very occasionally visit problem inmates but usually they are empty. There is a big guard station at the inmate entry end of this area and a totally enclosed and protected station at the visitors' end. There are several doored rooms for private visits that I have never seen used. There is a children's area that some inmates can take their children but usually this is not used either even though there are several families with kids. Everyone, inmates and visitors alike enter one time. If they have to leave, that's it. The visit is over until the next main time to enter. There is a morning visit and an afternoon visit. There is a five day visit span. If you could you could go twice a day, five days a week. There are a few women who do that. They moved so they could. A couple of them run houses for a few others to use to cheapen the price of the visit from out of town. There is a visitors' culture right along with the convict culture. That's where I am going.


  1. Hi Don Quixote! Have a good visit.

  2. Safe trip, Christopher dear, and be well.

  3. I hope you have a nice visit--if you come home via Burns Oregon on Monday we may pass on the road.


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