Friday, June 22, 2007
It does not seem hot, although summer is supposed to be upon us. It is the summer solstice. The chill keeps the bugs down. This is merely a reminder of the dual world that we live in-- hot, cold; affection, repulsion; joy, sadness. It rarely, if ever, becomes comfortable for us. Nature only teases and presents an allurement.
As I walk, to my left a coffee cup is tossed and blown by the wind. Seemingly, the cup is supposed to have contents or substance, but it is hollow.
At 6:30 AM, hundreds of cars turn off the highway to reach their place of employment at the XStrada Copper Mine. I ask myself, "If I did not take up the life of renunciation, would I be routinely making a daily trip to the mine to work a day or night shift?" Somehow, by providence, I've taken a different path.
My day is cut short as I must depart for Toronto to attend a funeral.
16 kms
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