“Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever….”
A priestly man
once traveled
the desert southwest mounted a horse armed only with love a force without
a presidio of soldiers connecting with people
of many tribes building adobe missions each opened to the morning sun located within walking distance understanding the desert paradox.
Hiking the 
Bunkhouse Alone The 
Becoming is Superior to Being 