"I listened to your screaming on that song, cleaned the shed. What do you owe this world, really? I'm reading "Coming Home to the Pleistocene." History is a chronicle of people who were obsessed with power/range, agriculture and the horse allow the historical mindset. All I want is for us to not be in pain. With surplus, there will always be war, Bataille's accursed share. I heard you singing, and the band, and I know you've been where I've been. Very different circumstances took us there, mine was an accident, yours was, at least, far more difficult to call an accident, although for the sake of love we always have to see the world as both totally accidental and free. I realized how few know this space, the resolution of this space, which is the stutter, the good plagued with need. Do you ever relax? So often you're running around, taking care of other people. Where does the standard you hold yourself to come from? Talk to me more, let's talk like we did before I got off track, became so obsessed with leaving the farm. I do need to go, I can feel now what was me and what was desired from me. You need that too. Can't we wake up in the morning, I cook breakfast, we take a gallon of water, bacon, veggies, a few beers and spend the day wandering. I want to talk with you like we did in LA, where you saw through me, thought I would be angry, and I wasn't, and for you to tell me stories, so that I can feel where you've been, know your love and pain, and maybe help you let go. I'm obsessed now with having no pain on my body! Always relaxing, whenever a negative thought happens I fix my posture, not even thinking my way through things. Only the dead speak, I think the parts of me that are dead find life with you, and the same for you. I heard that music and you screaming, and I realize, only people who've been twisted up can like this, can sympathize with this, the pain load of the average American is at a critical level of never requiring change, this last revolution is one of the sustainability of comfortable stasis set against the most diffuse violence ever. And there are those of us who are empaths, or who've been opened through violence to all the energies, even the most subtle around us, I don't think we exist, your sensitivity, what you feel is beautiful or true, what you read, write, listen to, all that composes you and I and that comes from us is the dead we require because most of the living are dead in a way quite different from us."