
This juxtaposition of reality has and continues to be occurring - as a result I have an inexorable pull to go to go on a journey.
When in Two Harbors it is as if I am in some sort of inextricable bubble of time and space so that simultaneously Two Harbors is my residence but not my home. And so, the vertigo and bewilderment cascade about me and the recurring notion intensifies that the answers to the questions that forever swirl within me are to be known and experienced while in a different place, a new geographic space.
Geography seems to be more important than epistemology. The epistemological quandaries are to be resolved by geography.
Not sure exactly what exactly that means. But I will know when it happens -of that I am convinced.
Indeed, something has to shift, be traversed, and be scaled so that then, the cool fresh breezes will blow over my defeated soul. Geography will create ontology. And then, then, there will be release.
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