Checking his pack again, the brown squirrel set out on his journey... He had everything, yet nothing that he needed... a strange paradox common in this time. "@#$%," he thought, "how's a squirrel supposed to find his way in the wide world without a map." He had a map of course. The very same map that had been used by the travelers before him and then passed on, stained & scribbled over with "helpful" instructions by all its previous owners. The map "spoke" with all of their voices, but loudly and at the same time. Rather than helpful, the deeply layered directions nearly always led nowhere, or more to the point, led everywhere, while at the same time warning the reader not to go there... "I wish I could look at this map without all of these scribbles," said squirrel while swearing under his breath. The frustration of so much sitting still was really getting to him, but did he dare journey onward with such great perils all around him?
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
The trailhead
Checking his pack again, the brown squirrel set out on his journey... He had everything, yet nothing that he needed... a strange paradox common in this time. "@#$%," he thought, "how's a squirrel supposed to find his way in the wide world without a map." He had a map of course. The very same map that had been used by the travelers before him and then passed on, stained & scribbled over with "helpful" instructions by all its previous owners. The map "spoke" with all of their voices, but loudly and at the same time. Rather than helpful, the deeply layered directions nearly always led nowhere, or more to the point, led everywhere, while at the same time warning the reader not to go there... "I wish I could look at this map without all of these scribbles," said squirrel while swearing under his breath. The frustration of so much sitting still was really getting to him, but did he dare journey onward with such great perils all around him?
