The truth about dreams

The truth about dreams is that when you speak of them, people smile skeptically and you wonder if you are not just kidding yourself. Then you fly away. Once you are there- and there may be a completely crazy place- on the tallest peak or the furthest place away from home. You may fly literally or figuratively, but once you are there- you meet people...Lots of people actually. And they are all doing the same thing as you are. Then you realize that what you are doing is actually not unique. It is new for you, but not new to the world. There are tons of people doing the same thing. It is both inspiring or sad depending on your ego.

point mugu, california

Standing in the sand looking down the length of the beach, I am overcome with a feeling more instinct than understood. It is an acute awareness of location that i feel, for i know that on this beach i cannot get lost. Tell my friend that i am standing on the edge and they will know where i am, but a little to either side and i may be gone forever. A few steps to the west and i am swimming in an endless Pacific Ocean, a few steps to the east and i enter the grasslands and thickets of the vast American West. Between land and sea, this beach running north and south from here is absolutely known. On this edge charted and refined over centuries herein lies the boundary of our land...and all that is within our grasp.