A CYNIC GOES
TO MUIR WOODS
I really should turn around. I really should not
keep going - there's nothing here but a charcoal
trail for me. Probably as uninteresting as a
neighbor's wart, a broken booze bottle, a radio
no longer working. Normal things in the ordinary
run of time. I understand the one million premises
that everyone uses : go to solitude; find Nature
and find Peace; the Oneness of all things. Oh yes,
I forgot to mention, people eat and leave wrappers,
poop and leave piles of shit. What can be done about
all that, and how can I get out of this collar?
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