What do you see youngster? I see my grandfather in these meadows and he's crying because his Indian horse has been whipped by a Big Man till it could run no more. It went belly down into the dirt and its head was sucked into its throat and disappeared. I see my grandfather's noble protégé drunk on a sidewalk of a city that has no name. I see my future.
What do you see old man? I see points of entry that go someplace beautiful that no one has gone before.
I see death.
I see life.
I don't believe it.
When you see ghosts from the past that possess your future there's only one thing to do.
What's that?
Ignore them. They vanish.
They don't stay gone.
Dream death you die.
Don't worry. I don't dream anymore.
Think of two harnessed water buffalos pointed in opposite directions. They are connected with a metal chain. They each give everything they have going forward. What do you think happens?
Is the chain strong?
