Walk on the way

Another chance to see some old trees.

I met up with an old school friend on the way to Devon. She has two whippets and we walked on the grounds of a huge estate which is now owned by the city council.

The dogs, and calling for the dogs, inhibited any wildlife-communion. But trees can't run away.

I found them very beautiful. I guess, in time, I may feel about my oak at the farm as I feel about these old trees. But they were still standing.

For the second time, I have been listening to Adam Welz's The End of Eden and, for the second time, reading When We Cease to Understand the World. Perhaps I should not read about trees and animals dying, the suffering of the more-than-human world and the wild hubris of humanity. Perhaps I am feeding the wrong wolf. And yet.... for me to read "But there is still hope!" books is like trying to make an atheist accept the Second Coming.

It was good to break the journey. Yet I feel myself ever more distant from most people. Another bad symptom to add to my depressing reading. Or perhaps my yearning strain toward a wisdom I cannot yet reach makes this inevitable. Not that there is any guarantee I will attain any wisdom. Or am on the right path. I cease to understand the human world, though, that's for sure.