Election day. I am glad to see, to feel the falling rain. The New York Times reports this morning that all but two states are in a condition of drought.

According to the poet, Dionysus Olympian god of reverie and wine, while intoxicated with a single candle, illuminates the horizon. I think that we need more Dionysian light…

Perhaps we’d see more clearly, find interesting the confluence of two cultural traditions, rivers intersecting at different speeds, with inevitable turbulence. I have in mind the austere, rule oriented tradition of the Puritans, contrasted with the openness of mind, reason, a dynamism of discovery, experimentation, conveyed by the Enlightenment. But wait – there is a third river, one funneling markets, a maelstrom of capital. Perhaps you will imagine yet another river?

In any case, “this” is where and how we live! Our life is our home. Pray that we never forget.

It just dawned upon me, God-like I cannot but help synthesize/create a world. Lest I take overmuch credit for my powers, the owl in its own way is in the creation business too.

War unfolds its logic. The concept is horrific, a variation of what we mean by “hell.” War, wholesale murder is always taking place somewhere. Give thanks, it is at a distance in the valley. Better that we listen to the tantrum beat of the ocean waves on a beach.

With a single candle,
in a state of stupor, Dionysus lights the whole sky.
Rivers meet at different speeds at certain points,
turning the landscape into epiphany.
One’s life is one’s home.

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We create reality by just being. This is also true for the owl
who’s right now dozing on a branch.

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Down, in the valley, war is unfolding its logic; on the other
side of the ranch the ocean is raising a tantrum.

–Night by Etel Adnan, page 31, 34