Please don't follow me. I'm not really going anywhere. I'm just wandering around. I cannot handle the responsibility of being followed. You're welcome to walk with me, but please don't follow me. Thanks.
Volcanoes are set to blow. Scientists tell us this all the time. Volcanoes are set to blow and fault lines are ready to jump and lurch and grind and churn. There is nothing we can do about this except expect it and try to be ready. We cannot stop it and we cannot even predict it. We cannot ask the Earth to relent, because the Earth does not speak to us. This is, no doubt, why we invented the gods (if, indeed, we invented them and it wasn't the other way around.) It's because the Earth does not speak to us. "If you don't worship god the rocks will cry out," the Bible says. Perhaps, however, it is a confusion of cause and effect. If the rocks cried out, we would not worship. I don't know. I'm just hoping to keep the earth and molten rock below my feet and not above my head. I'm just trying to keep my footing.
Jump and lurch and grind and churn. Let's all do the Richter dance. Jump and lurch and grind and churn. Now let's form a fault line. Throw your hands in the air. Wave them like the ground's not there.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Love.
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