August 27, 2011- Powell, WY

 I have written before about how all of this flying and traveling from place to place night after night has the effect of breaking the geographical continuity between each location.   If you drive from Illinois to Washington you get a feel for just how far apart these two places really are.  However, when you’re in Louisiana one night and flying to Oregon the next and Kansas the next your conception of spacial relationships is fractured and this has the effect of making each city on the tour feel more like a setting in a movie than an actual place.

It’s like my current location is “On Tour” more than it is “Powell, Wyoming.”

With that in mind, I’m rereading Chesterton’s The Man Who Was Thursday and found this:

“He could only fancy, as in some old-world fable, that if a man went westward to the end of the world he would find something- say a tree – that was more or less than a tree, a tree possessed by a spirit; and that if he went east to the ends of the world he would find something else that was not wholly itself – a tower, perhaps, of which the very shape was wicked.  So these figures seemed to stand up, violent and unaccountable, against an ultimate horizon, visions from the verge.  The ends of the earth were closing in.”

I love that.