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As with most prayer, the recognition of answers requires active and imaginative interpretation.
There’s really nothing like sliding in shorts (except maybe falling off a motorcycle) to set up the circumstances that will showcase the miracle of self-repairing skin.

In the following dialogue from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, commander Sisko explains our linear existence with a baseball metaphor.
JAKE ALIEN
"Baseball" - what is this?
SISKO
I was afraid you'd ask that...
A beat... How the hell do you explain baseball to an alien... he takes a deep breath, well, here goes...
SISKO
I throw the ball to you... and this other player stands between us with a bat, a stick... and he... he tries to hit the ball in between these two white lines...
Commander Sisko with antique baseball copyright Paramount Pictures
Jake alien blinks with confusion, Sisko pauses... regroups... getting another idea... his delivery growing with confidence as he continues...
SISKO
The rules aren't important... what's important is -- it's linear. Every time you throw this ball a hundred different things can happen in the game... he might swing and miss, he might hit it... the point is you never know... you try to anticipate, set a strategy for all the possibilities as best you can... but in the end it all comes down to throwing one pitch after another... and seeing what happens. With each new consequence, the game begins to take shape...
BATTER ALIEN
(grasping the meaning)
And you have no idea what that shape is until it is completed...
SISKO
(beat)
That's right. In fact, the game wouldn't be worth playing if we knew what was going to happen.
JAKE ALIEN
(flabbergasted)
You value your ignorance of what is to come?
SISKO
(acknowledges, driving home his point)
That may be the most important thing to understand about humans. It is the unknown that defines our existence. We are constantly searching... not just for answers to our questions... but for new questions.
Script from DS9 pilot episode Emissary
Sometimes I get caught up in trying to figure out the title (the shape) to my story. Even more, I’d like to have some reassurance that it’s going to be a good story. But I guess all you can really do is take time out every once in a while and look at the tracks you’ve made so far.


It’s good to be reminded sometimes that you just can’t be afraid to get dirty.

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

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.
I don’t know how it started for sure. Some intrepid band of Homo sapiens maybe walked over a land bridge from Russia or navigated the seas i...