I Feel Like I'm Climbing

What You're Looking At There Is My Arm, Going Into The Rock... And There It Is, Stuck. It's Been Without Circulation For Twenty-four Hours. It's Pretty Well Gone.

A Crystalline Moment Shatters, And The World Is A Different Place. Where There Was Confinement, Now There Is Release. Recoiling From My Sudden Liberation, My Left Arm Flings Downcanyon, Opening My Shoulders To The South, And I Fall Back Against The Northern Wall Of The Canyon, My Mind Is Surfing On Euphoria. As I Stare At The Wall Where Not Twelve Hours Ago I Etched “rip Oct 75 Aron Apr 03,” A Voice Shouts In My Head: I Am Free!

When We Find Inspiration, We Need To Take Action For Ourselves And For Our Communities. Even If It Means Making A Hard Choice, Or Cutting Out Something And Leaving It In Your Past.

I Was Accustomed To Being In Far, Far Riskier Environments. So I Thought Going Into That Canyon Was A Walk In The Park - There Were No Avalanches, It Was A Beautiful Day And I Was Essentially Just Walking.

Like Looking Through A Telescope Into The Milky Way And Wondering If We're Alone In The Universe, It Made Me Realize With The Glaring Clarity Of Desert Light How Scarce And Delicate Life Is, How Insignificant We Are Compared With The Forces Of Nature And The Dimensions Of Space.