I go on long walks through downtown. I sit on benches and watch the people rush by me oblivious to what is all around them. I listen to the crows "ca" and wonder what they are saying. I even follow them from time to time, and realize it is probably nonsense that I am following a crow because where would they lead me? Maybe I just try to see things they way they do. They are the greatest animal: the smartest of birds, the perfect size, large enough that they aren't in to much danger of being preyed upon, but small enough that they can go anywhere they really choose. The other day I watched the Willamette river for about an hour, I studied its currents and watched the ripples as they traveled across the water. I won't even go into the time I spend watching the squirrels. I watch the homeless men from a distance, and even talk to them from time to time. I stare at the trees in bloom and also the trees that are still bare from the winter. I think the naked leafless trees are more beautiful, because no one notices them, they shrug it off as ugly, just as they shrug of the rain as an inconvenience, I think there is just as much beauty in the rain as there is in a cloudless day.
You think I have clearly gone crazy and your are probably right, I am crazy compared to the majority. I am even called crazy occasionally, when i share my thoughts. Is it so crazy that I look at things differently? Say the things others are only thinking? Think the things others are afraid to examine? Is it so crazy that I am looking for the path with heart? Maybe I should follow the crows.