"Yet there is death in this business of whaling-- a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of man into Eternity. Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in things Spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water is the thinnest of air."
The thing I notice right away about riding a bicycle is the muscles around my spine. I can feel the very center of my back getting stronger, and it makes me think I'm growing like a plant in the sun! I'm photosynthesizing!
Oh poop. I know I'm not. I'm pedaling and pedaling and turning all that fruit into body. All that pizza into pedaling.
"Methinks my body is but the less of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me."
I used to agree with Ishmael. Shake off this body, please. But the more I think about cells and growth and pudding and swimming, the more attatched my shadow and my body grow.
Posted by Sonya at June 27, 2006 02:11 AM
I've gotta read that book.
Posted by: nathaniel at June 27, 2006 08:56 PMriding bikes is fun!
Posted by: tim at June 28, 2006 10:26 AMBe carefull! Gregg broke his collarbone on Friday, two-hours after Mr. Zack got arrested for assaulting a police officer at Critical Mass. (SO NOT RIGHT!!)(WAS NOT LEGAL!!)
Anywho, ride yer bike! Let's go fer a little ride after you get off work sometime.
Posted by: Jaye at July 2, 2006 01:50 PM