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I chose to spend my life travelling so I could hope to find the best of all possible lives to live. I'm still on the road, and I have seen the good and the bad to degrees I could never have imagined had I stayed home and lived like others of my own kind in the mountains where I grew up and a place to this day I love.
Compared to other parts of my nation my home is a backward and poverty-stricken place many people laugh at, a stereotype of hillbillies, rednecks, and racist cowboy yokels who don't know nothin'. I am one of them. I travel the world and take my inner cowboy with me as I range from sea to sea, across deserts and forests and steppes and slaglands and savannas. I am now on an island by a river in the jungle. I am at Iquitos, Peru in the Amazon. I ventured down the bank and onto a boat to travel farther still to see yet more.
|Life on the Amazon is access to the river itself. In this less than modern environment access is ages old, a climb up and down the mudbank.|
|The boats carrying supplies up and down the river have changed over the centuries, and the cargo is often now consumer goods from China; but the life of river people is little changed.|
The British historian Paul Johnson writes of the "tyranny of distance" and notes that we in the Modern world have conquered it recently with such things as interstate highways and aeroplanes and freight trains. But boats have been with us from the beginning as rivers were our life-lines connecting s to others with whom we could trade and progress from our ignorance to our triumph as Modernists in an affluent and healthy world of man living well. It is sometimes a blessing not so good. All of our stuff has not given us the meaning we should long for, and in some many cases as I see stuff has buried us under waves of despair that we don't have enough. I don't have enough. Therefore I travel in search of the stuff that is the real life I long for.
|The water flows into the Amazon from innumerable tributaries till the Amazon is known to us as one of the Seven Wonders of the World. To locals, it's just home, wonderful, but normal.|
|As the cargo boats ply the mighty river the boats stop and load and unload goods in trade. People come to the boat in a state of hope that life will be easier for the day, food and money coming.|
All things fall, this too, this sky, this land, this river, it all falls. And as all things fall, all things rise again to relive the Mystery of Life. I see from my rise above the normal of my home town the overview of time spent traveling. I know the fruitless effort of attempted suspension of Life, the frantic effort to stop all things for all kings who would rule as gods.
|Birds soar in search of death to feast on as trees grow unaware of their existence.|
I have crossed my places in my search of real living. I see it all flowing into an eternal sea of impending rain. There is no good in our attempt to stop the flow. There is only death and living decay as our masters try to make themselves permanent in the world, denying death, ignoring the fall, hating the rise of life over life and the swirl of death whipping ever on the hungry. One crosses.
|One crosses the tributaries and brings ones work to the world.|
|My boat upriver, Gran Diego, to Columbia.|
I saw that people rely on people to live. We survive because we have rules to keep us from harm and violence. We trade. We bring and we take.
|Coffins of fish and boxes for life of man on the Amazon|
|People by the thousands come daily to meet the cargo boats and to trade life for life.|
ooooooFish are gathered from the river and placed in boxes loaded onto the boat and are brought to the cityside where others come to buy fish to sell to others to eat. The fishermen come to the city to buy things cities offer to villagers. The process flows daily.
|Feeding the city.|
|The competition for food is decided by the peace of cash.|
|All things broken down to bits like water drops, bananas cut from trees to be sold by the piece, eaten as bites. Such is the meaning of the words "heresy," "science," and "."Scheiße."|
|A dead fish sells for enough for a family to buy potatoes and rice and oil. A fish feeds a family for a day so they can live to provide for others potatoes and rice and oil.|
|Fish eat so fish can spawn so fish can eat so we can eat them.|
|Home, an expectation for most, sets down amidst the flow.|
|One lives from the river, all things coming and going down, man floating by as well.|
|Eating, always and ever eating, a dog's life.|
|Movement, constant and private, is public and shared.|
|Time crawls in Belen, the 19th Century living amidst the world of super-stuff abundant.|
|For all our freedom to move and trade, still we are bound by that binding of life, by our own needs to bind. The alternative is freedom to float.|
I too want parts of the world and the earth to call my own. I fill up my pack with stuff no one else can have but me. Some days I can hardly carry all my stuff. It weighs me down and makes me captive of my own need to have what is all around me.I will do this all the days of my life as I travel from here to there looking for the reason for living and the hope of finding it in time to live it well.
|As one floats by the river bank one sees the banks collapsing from the rain, the image striking and obvious and eternal, even as it melts before ones eyes, the image of a human skull falling into the river as we pass.|
Moment to moment the image fades and falls. The riverbank collapses into the water moment by moment, the river flowing like the time of ones life. And one can if one so chooses ignore it all in the moment. There it is for anyone to see all things falling broken down the river.
|As one floats by the river bank one sees the banks collapsing from the rain, the image striking and obvious and eternal, even as it melts before ones eyes.|
Life goes on like the river. All of it falling. I must travel farther still to see yet more.
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