Positive disintegration

A rainy Satyr's day in a cool, breezy, thunder-lit-by-lightning-morning in Okieland. In the mailbox:

The way we define and delimit the self is arbitrary. We can place it between our ears and have it looking out from our eyes, or we can widen it to include the air we breathe, or at other moments we can cast its boundaries farther to include the oxygen-giving trees and plankton, our external lungs, and beyond them the web of life in which they are sustained. – Joanna Macy

. . . in Mexico the poor say

that when there’s lightning the rich
think that God is taking their picture.

– Jim Harrison, from “Easter Morning.” Saving Daylight, Copper Canyon Press. 2007.

Back in the Paleozoic, online wasn’t invented yet

so everyone had to wander alone & miserable through the volcanic wastes

or just glue themselves to a rock hoping someone would pass by. . .

Listen: when a stranger steps into the elevator with a bouquet of white

roses not meant for you,

they’re meant for you.

– Kim Addonizio, from “Stay.” Now We’'re Getting Somewhere. W.W. Norton. 2021.