MUSINGS, 2/10
Still thinking about the the End of the World
I spend time in the Mojave Desert where the silence can be sliced with a knife, except for occasional sounds of fighter planes performing training flights out of 29 Palms, or the distant boom of Howitzers. I watch the big sky and think about how I might communicate and what I would say if, on a clear afternoon, disaster struck as it did in Haiti, knocking out roads, computers, telephones, water and food supplies. It is a sunny day and I am contemplating the end of the world.