The years go by and I become more and more aware
of my pioneer lineage, I understand the pull west better, I feel suffocated without a
bit of a space, without an early morning walk beside the yarrow patch, I need the north, and I need the west in a way that veers towards the mystical, which is just fine to a Holy Spirit adoring tongue
talker like me.
Sure, he might get a
bit obnoxious after a while — he's a non-stop
talker, that's for sure — but at least he probably has good stories about alien invasions, intergalactic wars and tons
of hot chicks.