Not sure what drummer I am marching to, maybe Keith Moon? John Bonham? Ringo? Charlie Watts? I do have a rich inner life. I am happy being alone, reading books and/or listening to, and playing music. I don't feel obligated to listen to, or to read what everyone else is listening to, or reading. I don't really want to be part of the madding crowd. I am happy to find myself at play in a lonely field. I seek out my fellow outliers, those on the margins, but, not so much to commune with them, but just to know that there are others out there on the thorny, lonely paths.
"In it, not of it." But, of course, I am of it too. Deeply embedded in the Universe. Close to the street, close to Nature. Tuned into my own inner symphony. The longer one is alive on the planet, the stronger the hold, and the presence, of one's past grows. Not so much living in the past, but bringing the past firmly into the present. It makes for a deeper being. Truth be told, we are the past alive in the present. And our "past," is uniquely ours, unlike anyone else's. Billions of us, each uniquely unique.
