And Then God Said ...

Crawling around on mountains is a favorite weekend activity for me. I like to find places and things that few people have seen. It makes me feel special. It makes me think this world is a little less two-tone neutral. Today while crawling somewhere I had not been we came across a homemade crow's nest look-out. A surround of rocks with an old bar stool in the middle, overlooking the city.

On the way up the hill it was littered with rocks carved with people's names and dates. Years spanned from the early 1960's to the present day. I found that to be particularly neat, however finding the crow's nest at the top was even more spectacular.

It's spectacular to me because it's evidence of something structured existing outside of the confines of rule. On top of a mountain in a slightly desolate part of an area a group or person gathered a bunch of rocks around an old junked chair. The chair has stayed. The rock formation has stayed. People have continued to carve their names on rocks since the early 60's in this area. All existing without the control of government or policing the rock formation. It may sound odd, but it gives me hope that people are not all imbeciles. A glimmer of evidence that people know what is really sacred. This is sacred to me. Even if the chair and rock formation arrived a year ago, no one has taken away the rocks that were apparently carved in the 60's. I am so used to everything being destroyed. Everything in our society is just trashed if it doesn't have a surveillance camera aimed at it or armed guard standing in front of it.

Some hippie carving him and his girl's name on a rock on a mountain in 1969 is exceptionally meaningful to the longevity of someone's existence. To me. This is a refreshing thought in a life where I have come to know that 85% of what anyone does is futile, even people whom try to do something worthwhile. In my world we die. Our molecules evaporate and absorb into the fabric of the universe. The way we spent our time was usually jack shit. They may just be a molecule, but they've etched their names while drunk or high on top of a mountain. That is something special.