I used to think that I would grow up some day and become wise and know it all. I used to think that I would become Holy. But I now understand that even if these things did happen, I don't have the capacity to understand them, and therefore, would likely miss the whole thing.
My passion is ...
"Truth" and mans ability to know it.
I know too much about ...
Nothing
My parents always told me ...
You can do anything you set your mind to
My childhood ambition ...
To simply live.
My favorite memory ...
Walking in the tall grass in the pasture
Why I write ...
I close my eyes, hear a song, smell a scent, see the long shadows of fall, feel winters crisp chill, and find myself enveloped in another world. A world that is warm and cold, safe and dangerous, calm and wild. But I can never completely enter into it. There is some impediment, some barrier that bars my way. Though I can see, smell, feel and sense it, I am not allowed to enter in, to become a resident. . It is in the hope of breaking this invisible wall that I write.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
More appropriately what am I not watching - TV, Not reading - Popular Magazines
My first job ...
Pulling nails at a construction site
My best moment ...
Standing on the top of 10,000 foot Crow Peak in Montana in the late spring
My inspiration ...
The world and people I see around me.
Sun falling down on a Rainy Day Dark bundled scurrying forms lean at precarious angles, striving for purchase against driving winter wind. Fresh from the sea it blows cold, wet, hydraulic fingers reach, grasping, clawing, as if to strip soggy cloth from the shivering hunched forms. It seems as though all the light has been sucked out of the world into some great swirling invisible vortex. Dimness shrouds the earth with a thick wet blanket leaving only shadows of reality. Flags stand stiff, their staccato whip cracking voices snapping into the darkness. The wind laughs in hysterical crescen...
More..Kevin Dorning
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