egg shells

i work from the time i get up until sundown this time of year..with food and computer breaks

i guess it’s good for you

i’m having trouble making sense of anything

i’ve always had trouble making sense of anything

the  job, the music, the anything…all that makes sense is writing about how it doesn’t make sense

you spend your last few hours with one eye open…unable to speak…and all what for

i am grateful and blessed more than most…but still the way society and mankind has it set up does not make sense to me…i quess that’s why the Jesus, spiritual side of things appeal to me…which to me all the holy books say…money fame power war doesn’t make sense…i may be close to cracking or cracking through…

this came to me through a friend that sort of rings true…

It may be that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry
Collected Poems

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