pursuing static

I drove around on the mail route the other day and didn’t turn the radio on.

That was as close as I got to “sensory deprivation”.

But….it was interesting to only have my job and my thoughts to contend with.

I realized that I don’t really think about much.

It’s “tabula rasa” up in my head…not a lot going on.

I wonder what it would feel like to float for an hour?

I think that I’d like this.

We went to a high desert valley….ringed by mountains….one trip out to Colorado….that was so quiet and still that I thought I might faint.

It was so beautiful and peaceful.

Maybe Heaven is just a lack of distraction?

Maybe Paradise is finally being able to focus?

I pursue static sometimes….like I’m afraid of the quiet.

It would be good to settle in to peace as a lifestyle choice.

I wonder why I can’t quiet my mind?

Here’s another view of what a tank experience might be like….


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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