Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
And it’s not just human beings. This dog, lying on the sidewalk in Silverlake, in L.A., just looked at me. It didn’t growl, or bark, or wag its tail. It just looked at me. It knew. And it was telling me. Joy. Woe. Two sides of the same coin. William Blake knew, too. Sometimes, we’re so ignorant. No, not ‘we’ – me, as in I. Edgar Krauss asks, “en donde se exilia uno de sí mismo?” Which means, more or less – where do you go, to get away from yourself?
I don’t know. Sometimes, lately, I’ve been feeling antsy. Out of sorts. Unbalanced. Desequilibrado. Maybe the best thing is just to sit down on the sidewalk with that dog. And wait.
Wait for that knowledge to come.
Cause if it does
(when it does)
when this we rightly know
then maybe through this world we can safely go
But…do you really want to go safely?
Or do you just want to go?
Then get in the car
(stand up on your two feet)
(start walking … and don’t stop)