Wilderness Lost! Sins' Decommissioned Subway Car.

 

The epic sadness that comes from contemplation of wilderness lost is not as great as the encounter itself. Melancholy says you can never measure up. You cannot measure wilderness at all. Its boundaries beyond comprehension, scale. What it does to the senses is so exhilarating that we give up our lives for it even while we tear it down. Nineteenth century explorers  considered all fellow inhabitants of the wilderness vermin, fox or eagle, bear or native, to be exterminated.

This is the wilderness of the test,  where Paul went to the backside desert, Israel wandered 40 years, Jesus went on the mountain to give solitude from the civilized. That book of Isms of the 20th century examined those harmful effects and behold with benefits and viola, civilization is the same as wilderness, loved/hated, fled and sought and fled the scapegoat driven out. where does it go, where does it take our sins and crimes? Into the wilderness. We're not supposed to use that word sin, but where did sins come from but the civil psyche, the man. Where do they go? They pass into the world, the ocean, the mountain, the desert, the river, the forest glade.

What happens to them there? We don't hear  anymore. Like decommissioned NYC subway cars, stripped and sunk to the bottom of the sea to oxidize and rust, turned back to the elements, it is an alchemy, but they do not become the elements they were.  Take the spirit, materialize it, purge it and bury it. Send it into the wilderness.

Why the elders were silent

while

earth

burned

around them?

It was the fire in the tub.

Over

them,

in them,

rub a dub dub.