Birds Fly, Fish Swim
For a long time, I have wondered about something that seemed evident but in a sense is inexplicable about us humans: Why, in contrast to all other animals, do we commonly seem out of place—confused, flailing, dysfunctional, destructive? For us, life seems a mystery of...
Thoughts From My Journal – Trails
We’ve just returned from a walk down desert washes: one 5-10’ wide and the other more like 50’ except when it turned into braids winding between juniper and acacia, yucca and cholla, and others nameless (by me) and looking wistful for the barely remembered feel of...
Thoughts From My Journal – Sentience, Consciousness, Intelligence
I was reminded this morning that it’s still February; much cooler than it has been. But the sun swiftly warmed things and I was off for a three-mile walk. The more I pay attention, the more I see, not surprisingly. I noticed that organ pipes seem to prefer slopes to...
Thoughts From My Journal – Misinterpreted
Last night I sat watching the moon, barely gibbous at its zenith directly above, with a halo holding on about 15 degrees radius. Also the stars with Orion not far west of the moon. Wispy cloudy. I love desert nights and can sit for hours keeping an eye out on the sky....