…more miles south yesterday, into South Carolina. We are staying in Greenville, which I had forgotten is the home of Bob Jones University. The term “University” is understood as only Christian fundamentalists would understand the word. Young adults born into a cultic form of faith seek admission to BJU. “Faith” by the literalist interpretation…
We departed the Outer Banks crossing the five mile long Melvin R. Daniels Bridge on I64 in bright sunlight. The bridge arched over the water ahead of us. We approached Alligator Island, I could see the marina below with a row of big (and expensive) ocean fishing craft at rest. These looked to be…
We enjoyed a last walk along the beach at Nags Head. The gently rolling surf enveloped us in its timeless cadence. I would like to think this island will last forever, the waves will beat on this beach eternally. I know that eternity is an abstraction, a fiction of the mind, and that, change…
Boredom dominates the widening gapbetween subject and world,between freedom and facticity,between action and being. The Dasein that is determined to act,is no longer familiar with the feeling of being-surroundedor of being-taken-in.The ‘point’ of the ‘moment’, as the temporal form of the self,lacks the width and length of ‘home’,the space for dwelling and lingering. …’home’…
Yesterday the sun rose like a god, above the rim of the watery horizon. The language is an inadequate description I know; words pointing to the rotation of this earth relative to our star, the source of life here, upon our home planet. Furthermore the sun as well as our earth and every planet…
We visited the Wright Bros. Memorial at Kill Devils Hill, Kitty Hawk. I was particularly moved by the exhibits. The Wrights, Orville and Wilbur, residents of Dayton Ohio, transported their flyer to Kitty Hawk North Carolina, due to reports of wind conditions favorable to powered flight. On the remote sandy beach in 1903 Orville…
Before noon we walked across the street to a restaurant called Tortugas’ Lie. Tortugas is Spanish for turtle. The Cayman Islands were originally called The Tortugas. A paragraph in the menu explains that Lie is the lair of an animal or of an anchorage at sea, such as would have been used by BLACKBEARD in…
Yesterday we reached Charlottesville, Virginia. We enjoyed the mountains of West Virginia. On I64 while crossing the bridge spanning a river I glimpsed piles of coal to be loaded into waiting barges. How much more coal are we going to burn in order to generate electricity, while the planet gathers heat from the co2…
Yesterday our long planned three week road trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, to my hometown, and then to South Carolina began. On I65 running north and south, in Indiana farmland we passed this sign prominently installed by the side of the road. The message communicated with unmistakable clarity. I was reminded…
Sunday morning is gray. There is a damp heaviness in the air. It is supposed to rain. Today if we do not receive a good rain, will some of the trees in my neighborhood, trees in my yard die? The drought has been prolonged, for most of the summer. Fall, a season of falling…
