I watched the northern lights

February 20, 2002

I watched the northern lights for the last hour of the drive. Made it to Edmonton. It struck me that I'd asked how the northern lights worked, and had it explained to me, about 6 times. I still can't remember how they work. I now know that I don't want to know how they work. That spoils everything. Shards of green and white light shoot thousands of feet in the air into the crisp starry sky. The scientific explanation is so stupid. Its magic...for sure. Its not a God thing either. Its just magic. I realize now that I want to have things explained to me a lot less now. I want to be suspended in mid air in that zone I can only imagine the dread marijuana to create. I f I were to try it I'm sure it would be like that. Can one not be allowed to be in awe of the incomprehensible? Is it not a better feeling to be small and powerless in the face of such naturally hallucinogenic fun. Shoving the stubby pink fingers of some clumsy drug into ones pink folds is only half as nice...I imagine. I can only imagine.
By the way....I've been told by some regular readers to look into spell-check software. That would spoil the whole thing. The moment I start thinking about this thing is the moment I won't know how to do it.