Dive Master

Welcome to Earth, hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round, wet and crowded, etc.

It is a spinning rock and perhaps, an immediate place of fear, trembling, loathing and absolute joy.

I practice diving, sitting and eating. I mean, when I am not complaining about something like life, work, my outlaw in-laws, the rising price of bread, my spoiled crying children or lack of clarity I sit and I eat. I have a lot of practice sitting and eating.

My kids think I am good at reading and writing, but I say forget it. I am good at doing two things simultaneously - sitting and eating.

So, when the kids begin whining I straighten them out quick - "Here, eat this," and I cram bread and sugar into their yapping orifice.

When they grow up they will always live at home and feed me. We'll take turns sitting. We'll take turns eating. Life is just one delicious meal after another they tell me. Please pass the bread.

Here is a recent self-portrait. Another world below this one is astonishing. It is quiet and peaceful. You spin and float and sink and swim and blow bubbles toward the surface where they fly to form clouds above mountains creating rain which develops rivers and lakes and oceans and so on. Flow.

Here is a picture of someone's mother. She is everywhere. She is a colorful character along life's little road and she keeps her black purse snug against her thin frame to prevent robbers from stealing her identity papers. She knows who she is but carries the papers in case someone very important questions her identity.

She is eating a small cucumber slumber in the shade of a mosque on a Sunday. She is relaxed and staring at some alien holding a photographic machine. Her smile is disguised. Her name is Super Serious and she has both feet off planet Earth. It's a kind of magic.

MK 58 audio adventure is up and floating. Ear's material.