Just some thoughts:
“You get born and you try this and you don’t know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs…like five or six people all trying to make a rug on the same loom…and it can’t matter, you know that, or the Ones that set up the loom would have arranged things a little better, and yet it must matter because you keep on trying…and then all of a sudden it’s all over and all you have left is a block of stone with scratches on it…and after a while they don’t even remember ..what the scratches were trying to tell, and it doesn’t matter.”
Hum…not sure Mr. Faulkner…while I like your work….I think it might matter more than we think.
To take a line/ a thought from Brooks and Dunn:
“I’m not sure it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse.”
April 9, 2019
Posted–May 2, 2019