Thinking of Thousands of Miles of Dirt Roads

 

            F'lineday was one of those days when the story box didn't even get opened to check on crumbs. I spent several hours on the not too mean, but very busy, streets of Seattle. I drove 99 both ways because I didn't feel like stop and go on the freeway.

            I was thinking about Sasha's article all day. The things she mentioned are things I think about too. I observe the working of my mind, and I do wonder what went into the making of it. I have also wondered where it is. I don't feel like it's living in my brain. Kind of funny. So where is it? 

            Of course I was thinking of consciousness being one. Hmmm.

            I snapped the photo somewhere in the American west. We didn't take proper notes, so I'm never sure. But it's one of those lonely dirt roads I love. Nobody out there but God, and maybe some cows, and of course us. 

            It seems to me that driving these long distances rewards the driver with a depth of perception that doesn't happen just puddling around town. I love it, the mighty sweep of the American continent!

            I wish you a profoundly great and peaceful day!

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