dannydmc

I want to travel. I want to just walk away into the forest with nothing but a walking stick and a bag on my back. To feel the earth beneath your feet, the air in the face, the hunger in your belly; now that is freedom as far as I'm concerned.

Its weird really. I am not a true rationalist and I doubt that I ever will be. This is an odd thing to hear from someone who is training to be a historian or teacher and who may someday end up in law. My Father, the empiric man that he is, would shake his head sadly if I ever came out and admitted it. This is not to say that I have no place for rationality in my life; I find that it is an important tool. But it is just that, a tool; and not the only one which someone may use.

I may study history, and I may have one studied astronomy, psychology and any number of other sciences, but my first and true love has always been mythology. I began learning the tales of the Greeks when I was three, having my Mother or Father read them to me as bedtime stories. From there I went into Egyptian, Norse, and Celtic myths as well, even going to far as to dabble in the stories of the Chinese and Japanese before turning my attention to the folklore of the Chippewa.

Most mythological stories take place in a world which is very similiar to that of dreams. Its almost as if they exist in a differant world which runs parrelle to ours, but which one has to be in a certain mental state to ever see or comprehend.

This all ties back into my initial statment about wanting to travel. I've been thinking for some time now(years) that perhaps one of the ways to reach the correct state of mind is to travel into the wilderness. The process of being on a quest it self might be enough for one to litererally walk dirrectly into that other state of existence. Its an odd thought, and one that I can't quiet explain how I came to, but its there. It is surely irrational!

Its getting close to October and the Fall and, as that season draws I always find myself thinking of these matters. I used to say that starting in October I enter into a deeply spiritual period of the year which peaks in later December for me. Once again, I can't explain why this is, it just a tend I first noticed several years ago but which goes back much furter than that. It is also a time of the year during which I write more and my mind is more active.

Why am I writting all of this? I don't know; its getting to be that time of the year and so my mind is turning to these matters as it always does. If I found this writting a few years from now, I'm sure I'd get a good laugh out of it; just the ramblings of another young kid who thinks he's a philosopher! The world is full of us and, I'm sure, we're full of it!