8/14/18: Naked Logic

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind it’s gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

—— Bob Dylan


“Take your clothes off.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m naked.”

“I can see that. So what?”

“So take you clothes off and I won’t be so naked.”

“How the heck does both of us being naked make you any less naked? There… I’ve taken all my clothes off. Now we’re both naked. Now the room has twice as many naked people in it. Twice as much naked. This is more naked, not less. I’m very curious to hear your explanation of how how two naked people is less naked, than one.”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

“Mmm… ”


Nearly three am. I awaken in my blurry mind-haze. That preconscious, postdream state of near total confusion. I’m aware that my body is lying down, but that’s about it. I could be anywhere. My dream was particularly odd but leaves me so quickly, I have no way to retrieve anything. I feel I should be very embarrassed by something but…


Reaching instintivly for my glasses brings me back to almost complete conscious awareness. Yep, up in the loft of my friend’s guest cottage where I’ve been staying these past ten days or so. The sleeping body next to me brings back a more nuanced awareness of these past several days.


I climb down. My iPhone in it’s soft case, clenched between my teeth as my feet feel for each step of the loft’s built-in ladder. I’ll be using the device’s screen as illumination rather than it’s built-in lamp. That thing is as bright as a foglight and may just awaken my partner still sleeping soundly up there.


Outside now, the night is it’s own illumination. The moon is low but all those stars, the trees and brush silhouetted against the night sky… the magic of this scene puts me in yet another kind of blurry mind-haze as I turn to peee.


Suddenly the low rumbling of a passing train, sets the coyotes to howling. Their wild long whoops and wails wash over me. The distant sounds mix into a soft and almost ordered cacophony. It brings me out of my blurry mind-haze. Back to complete consciousness.

Naked awareness.




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