March 19, 2001: Whatta ya mean I don’t fit?

I’m not lost! How could I be? I walk with people who change their minds every five minutes. What I produce is a reaction to their reaction, which is nothing but a reaction to the last three reactions. People keep telling me, “Turn to God! Turn to God!” Man does not love all things like he is taught—cherished should be all things not what man decides to keep for him. The land is scraped and dug out to better suit the pockets of realtors. Homes that sell for three hundred thousand are smaller than mine. Silently the wolf sits looking outward—many objects are in motion. Slightly he studies with true care, never moving once until it touches his sacred circle.