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Adam -- his name as well as mine -- seemed to be inclined to the outdoors, was studying landscaping and had been on a number of adventurous trips, one of them to Alaska where a part of the adventure was to take a tarp and some supplies and spend two days alone in the whiteness. The adventure was part of what put him on a Zen-snooping path, he said.
Imagine that: Absolutely alone, with nothing but cold and white and silent for company.
And the words just popped out of my mouth: "You can't bullshit the silence."
Just hearing the tale second-hand made me wonder about 40 days and 40 nights in the desert, whether fairy tale or not... the strange and inescapable moment when each person hits a wall and none of the devices work any more. Is it God or is it Satan and....
Is there a difference?
This morning i really wanted to take a leak, but the cows were bellerin' impatiently. So i pulled on my boots, called together the dogs and puppies, and the pack journeyed some hundred and fifty yards to the barn. Cattle fed, puppies exploring and frolicking, dogs reclining, i took the best leak of my life.
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