Exploding Blanks

Blank spaces are great.

"Killing the potentiality certainly kills the actuality." Aristotle

When blank spaces cease to be, all other things then must also cease to be. So be grateful for the occasional spells of loneliness, restless in bed, long solo drives home, etc - inspiration fills those times if you just get over the thought that it's gonna last forever - it's temporary, enjoy it, let yourself see those times as blessings.

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I awoke to whiteness surrounding our home on the road.

John was on his way to Grand Junction, coming from OK City after burying his ex-wife - her heart had exploded after years of drug abuse.

We ate week-old rolls, day-old barbecue, and smoked a cigarette for breakfast in the back of my $27,000 truck.

I am nineteen with a $27,000 vehicle and John is hitchhiking his way back from a hole in the ground holding a woman he loved.

Walter must be in his 40s, heading to Illinois next week to see someone in critical condition - he once loved a woman in Jonesboro who ditched him for a quarterback. He works in a coffee shop and gives us directions to thrift stores around town.

Luby gives us rolls, tuna, etc (meant for the homeless) and antique Bibles - thank yous and thank yous and thank yous and such, and we walk back to my $27,000 truck to feel grateful.

Blessed, greedy? Both? One can surely be greedy for blessings, these are not mutually exclusive - where am I in those words?

I am somewhere.