Once again, we humans pull out of the continuum a discrete moment as somehow more important than the infinite flow, this one

where night and day balance each other. Here’s wishing you more balance in your own life.

At the precise nanosecond of the

equinox — so powerful is science to measure — at that precise moment, MR and I will be wading the Alamosa Creek in the vicinity of the

Monticello Box, celebrating the temporary stopping of the relentless profiteers, wishing the wolves were there,

but glad they’re only an easy trek away. Science, bless it, could tell you our precise location in at least 4 dimensions; its child,

medicine, could tell you what it does to our state of being. But nothing can recreate it or preserve it forever. peace, mjh

PS: I’ll balance my happiness

by sending you to j f l e c k : : a t : : i n k s t a i n: Annual Heartbreak