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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Revelation @ Laurelhurst Park

Traffic on I-205


Coast
Stop
Coast – roll – roll
STOP FAST
Sit
Wait…

(crap!)




Bumper Cars at Oaks Park


Why don’t they make real cars more like bumper cars? The daily commute would become the highlight of the day and auto insurance companies would quickly go out of business.






I tell the Monkey-cam, “It’s a universal intuition. There must be something more to life than driving to and from work.”




Old tree at Laurelhurst Park


“That’s why on weekends, we go hiking to discover the tell-tale brushstrokes of some transcendent artist.” I added.





Trees at Laurelhurst Park


Monkey-cam agreed that there were many times when the world seems like a beautiful masterpiece.





Bench at East end of duck pond - Laurelhurst Park


“Still,” he pantomimed, “isn’t it enough that we’re alive and we can eat bananas and meet girls?”

“Well,” I replied, “the culture I was born into thinks it’s important how you do those things. For instance, we’re supposed to meet girls, not so much for fun, but (within the confines of holy matrimony) to reproduce and create more consumers to keep the economy growing.”

Monkey-cam looked incredulous.

“No, really,” I tried to explain, “a majority of Americans actually claim to have a personal relationship with Jesus (who turns out to have equal ranking with God) and they say they try to live their lives according to his will.”

“How do they talk to him?” Monkey-cam asked. “How do they know what his will is?”

“Well, most of them say they speak to him in prayer. But they also say that he speaks to them through his ‘word’, which turns out to be a collection of loose histories, poems, songs, stories, gospels and letters that Jewish people and, later, Christians collected over thousands of years.

“So he doesn’t really talk to them in any sense of the word ‘talk’?”





Scene from Lewis and Clark State Park


“Honestly, no.” I admitted. “It’s more convoluted than that. They have to interpret ‘the word’ and apply it to their lives. For instance, there’s a story that explains how rainbows are a promise from God that he won’t kill everybody again in another worldwide flood.”






T-Rex stalking old man in off-leash area of Laurelhurst Park



Monkey-cam was obviously uncomfortable. “That’s not much of a promise,” Monkey-cam signaled, “since someone/something as inventive and creative as God can undoubtedly find plenty of novel solutions to the task of worldwide genocide.”





“Would you like a piece of apple? Monkey-cam asked.

“Sure!” I said. “Let me stop at the store and I’ll get a sack full.”

Monkey-cam stretched out his hand with a wedge of apple in it. “No.” he gestured, “Just take this piece in my hand.”

We looked at each other for a moment, me with a somber look of sadness, Monkey-cam with the sudden realization that he was imaginary.

We sat in silence. It seemed like a long time.

“Look,” I said, trying to cheer Monkey-cam up, “you may not be as real as Real Jesus, but you’re every bit as real as Imaginary Jesus.”

I saw a little tear collect in the corner of Monkey-cam’s eye. He motioned that he wanted to go talk to his friend, Naked Picasso. “Naked Picasso understands me,” he signed.






Later, I saw Monkey-cam and Naked Picasso on a park bench at Laurelhurst Park, contemplating their situation.






I approached them quietly and was about to say hi, but they disappeared as if they had never been there.





Path through Laurelhurst Park


It left me alone to ponder my path. I wondered what I would do the next time I found myself in a dangerous photography situation without my longtime hiking companions. I had always felt certain, that when it came down to it, Monkey-cam would give his life for me.







Ember paths - traced from Jason and Julie's 'firepit'





Like sparks from a fire pit, we travel routes that, at least on the surface, seem like they ought to be easy to pre-determine within a natural framework, but because our understanding and capacity for observation are limited, the routes turn out to be unusual, unique and highly improbable. Evidently, given enough matter, rules, time and variables, properties emerge and dirt talks.






Overlooking Portland from the top of Mt. Tabor


We do the work of communication with a symbolic language that lends itself to metaphor. We speak from the ‘heart’ though we understand its primary function is as a pump.





From a bridge in Leavenworth Washington


Without any evidence, we postulate a soul – some essential essence of ourselves distinct from our physical bodies – that might bridge the chasm of physical death.

We write that words – ideas - are mightier than swords.





Bench at the top of the unleashed area - Laurelhurst Park


We populate the world with ghosts - from the depths of our inspired imaginations springs the Holy Spirit.





Imaginary Jesus and Monkey-cam at Laurelhurst duck pond


If only we could get the story right - maybe we could change the world.

2 comments:

  1. is monkey-cam gay? see last photo

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  2. I don't ask, and monkey-cam doesn't tell. I'm not sure what it is about the last photo that spurs this question. Granted, monkey-cam is holding hands with Jesus, but I think it is just because the faithless monkey-cam is beginning to sink and Jesus was trying to save him. Besides, a vast percentage of Americans think it is proper for men and women to love Jesus ... but I always thought it was some kind of brotherly,straight love.

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