Tuesday, July 16, 2013

"I don't want no better book than what your face is." -Huck Finn

 What I really wanted was to tell you about my run in with the Somali pirates hiding out in the coves of Farazan's deserted islands picking off small fishing boats and robbing tourists...
 But I can't stop thinking about Huck Finn.
Huck believed the story of a person's whole life was etched in the lines and battle scars of one's countenance.  That staring into someone's face would tell you the makings of their soul.  Of course, he probably got the idea from Jim, the runaway slave who acted as his guide.  More people out to have runaways as guides.
The landscape here makes me think of people's faces.  Rough and barren.  Craggy and jarred.  Scorched into callous unforgiving granite.
The sunlight is so powerful it bleaches everything beneath it white, blinding you.
I have met so many blind people who cannot see the land or the faces of those walking upon it.
Even when they give themselves away for free.
Men waiting for some divine truth to hit them...
But their vessels remain empty, abandoned or adrift.
Look more people in the face.  How did they get there?  What are the secrets they hold deep inside.  Ask them.  Be the boy of wonder, be the runaway who knows the truth.

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