Then, what was essentially a giddy child in the body of a grown man, used a remote to drive a robot out of the truck–the robot, the size of a rototiller on tracks, with arms that worked, and a camera, and the man was getting paid for this!
I would glance into my rear view mirror and see people come out of the Canadian Tire, with cans of paint, cement trowels, whatever they needed for whatever project they were tackling that day; collecting their points, going about their lives.
The experience reminded me of the whole mystery of being spoken to by some unseen entity, or a burning bush, and the wrong assumption that whatever is behind the veil has no sense of humour.
“If fate is the law then is fate also subject to that law? At some point we cannot escape naming responsibility. It’s in our nature. Sometimes I think we are all like that myopic coiner at his press, taking the blind slugs one by one from the tray, all of us bent jealously at our work, determined that not even chaos be outside of our own making.” McCarthy
“Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.” Salinger
“Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.” Rilke
