Tour without a goal – 1 September 2014
Bottle in hand, I climb out on this great rock. Since Heaven and Earth began it’s stood a thousand feet above the water. I raise my cup and smile at the sky, and the Heavens whirl until the sun shines out of the West! I could sit here on this rock forever! hanging my hook like the wise men of old. At least I’ll send this to those who came before me here: may the…