No place like nowhere

. . . . . which is everywhere.

Everywhere we live

is no where,

yet we make it somewhere in our life's experience --

Or let's put it another way:

every day

we wake up

and somewhere,

deep inside our guts

we know

we'll be lucky if we get through that day

alive.

Do you ever feel that way?

Every day we face

thousands of dangers

and threats

to our very lives;

and if we're lucky

we survive.

After all, we're all only

animals, and

if we had not become 

wise,

we would have remained animals,

in large part, and lived and died

like animals, who more or less recognize

and resign themselves

the cycle of the organism:

we move from physical life to spiritual life and back again,

in a constant

regenerative

cycle.

However,

because we are the most

vulnerable

of animals,

hu-mans built homes and

killed animals and plants and trees

so they could preserve their physical lives.

The more we hu-mans became aware

of the distance of time between life and death

(between being in a physical state and dreaming a physical state),

the more we grew to fear death,

and the more we imposed ourselves

on the lifecycle of other creatures on the planet.

(from:  hurstwick )

(wikipedia dugout )

( picturetrail )

The problem is

in each new stage of our

"civilization" -

ie: our ability to preserve the life

of our species,

we moved further and further

from the organism we are part of.

In our ticky-tacky life,

life becomes predictable,

and so we seek

more dangers

more challenges,

so we can feel

the quick of life

otherwise we're numb

 And this is why we seek out adventures.

We do it to remind ourselves that we are living dangerous lives;

every single day is a dangerous life.

We've sanitized our planet so much

that we don't even know that anymore

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Artists live dangerous lives.

They dare to look at their environment honestly;

politicians, too

live dangerously.

But so does the busdriver

and the race car driver,

and the butcher

and the salesman,

and the mother

and the child,

and the teacher

and the student -

all seek something different, something that could challenge

their very existence;

they face their challenge,

and make it part of themselves.

Some choose to watch

the brave

make the challenge

and succeed.

We are the spectators,

who seek out the daredevils

who live right on the edge

of this life and the next.

We live in a world of too much spectatorship.

Too many people

are merely watching, while

only a few 

take the risk,

acknowledging

our immortality.

Who are you?