We got wolves howling at the near-full moon, 25 miles from Midtown Manhattan. 2 species of deer. Will be an interesting Winter. We are sharing the landscape again, as it should be. So yes, tear all the systems down around us. Prop up fashionable new saviours. Let us fight over our meals. That's what you want to see isn't it? You leaders? It's sport to you.

I'll take my place on the field any day. You can have the climate controlled luxury boxes. Get me down there in the mud. I'm running the Rockland Lake outer loop now in just over 27 minutes. I'm not even training hard. Global War on Terrorism. War on Drugs. The Economy.

What do any of you people know about War? Why do you think that we believe you? We may support you along the way. But never think we aren't watching you. And knowing exactly what you do.

We down here on the field like it here. Give us action. You move your little gamepieces around. You'll never know the noble quiet of the moments after a battle. The veil that you break through when you've had to fight for your life. The dialogue you have with your body when it's quitting on you.

Even when you fail, when you suffer the humiliation of giving up on trying something beyond you--you get to look on yourself through the eyes of the Witness. Through the eyes of your everpresent identity. Who is not your name. Who is not your body. But just a conscious energy. Formless. But clear. Above, but not beyond. Watching you always. But not from a location. From everywhere. And from every time. Loving your endeavours with an eternal smile, like you're a child.