Ay coño! No me toques pero un poco.  Venga mas cerca mija pero alli estas.  Man rest in the meadows of meditation and thought only to feel the wind pass his face, the air streaming through his nostrils, and release of contentment in his breath.  We face the world in front of us while confronting a world behind us.  It is at times impossible for us to look down at our feet and see the ground on which we stand.  At times, it is as solid as concrete, other times soft like sand, and more often a mix like mud that allows a little room to move, but still maintains immobilization.  Our contemplation, at least mine, rest in understanding what has placed me on such questionable ground.  I try to move about, but my feet are planted.  Sometimes I have more movement and at times one foot is set free.  There is solid ground ahead of me and quick sand behind and all the while the world is spinning back and forth switching from the past to the future.  How am I to negotiate such rapid change and uncertainty in grounding?  I look to myself and my heart as a guiding emotional logic for understanding what must be done in myself and with others.  This perplexes and simultaneously frees me in knowing that I may be alone in companionship, but surrounded by evidence of meaning and purpose.  Which do I choose and should I have to?  Is it not possible to have both?  I look to the historical biographies of great men involved in deep thought, contemplation, and resolution and they are for the most part married to their thought more than a person.  If they had partners they were not remembered, yet their minds and meaningful quests have outweighed themselves and the significant interests.  Some may call them mad and obsessed while others call them committed.  Perhaps they are mad and should be committed.  I, as well as man I believe, dabble on the boundaries of insanity and in sundry limbo, all while pursuing what we hope to be our cause.  We really lead life undirected and without any real knowing of what is or should be.  Perhaps this is the greatest and most exciting burst of ecstasy we can experience.  The thrill ride of not knowing but hoping that we will not be disappointed.  Between here and there, yet never any where is where I think I’ll always be.  I have come to the idea that there is something more important than me in this world.  I am not a servant nor a savior, but a humble man in search of what I believe to be a balance and harmony among man and nature.