It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly—it’s the best advice ever given me. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly, my darling.
Aldous Huxley (via onebrain)
An American Prayer (1978)
An American Prayer/ Hour For Magic/ Freedom Exists/ A Feast Of Friends (via electrifire)
On April 16, 1908, U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt designated Utah’s Natural Bridges region as a National Monument. Nature hasn’t provided all its wonders: The centuries-old Horsecollar Ruin is an ancestral Puebloan site abandoned 700 years ago, but it’s in an excellent state of preservation, including a little disturbed kiva with the original, albeit unrestored, roof and interior. Two granaries have doors with an ovular shape, not unlike a horse collar that gives the site its name. Zeke Johnson, the first curator for Natural Bridges National Monument, “rediscovered” the ruins in 1936. He wrote:
I am very much thrilled over a discovery I made the other day. I was working about half way between Sipapu and Kachina Bridges and at lunch time I was in the narrow canyon where the sun does not shine very much at that time of year, but I could see that about thirty feet above me the sun was shining warm and bright on the cliff. I crawled up a broken ledge thinking that it would be nice to eat my lunch there when to my surprise I saw a ledge full of houses, within 80 yards of the trail over which I have walked for more than twenty years. There is one large kiva with the roof almost complete and a fine ladder standing in the hatchway with the small willows still holding the rungs in place. I could not tell how many rungs are on the ladder because of the debris which the pack rats have piled up around its base; only three and a half feet show between the top of the pile and the hatch. Beside the kiva are two well-preserved stone and adobe houses with no roofs but walls which are in a fine state of preservation. A small barrel shaped structure abuts against one of the houses. Six or eight rooms with walls of fine masonry but partly torn down are also on the ledge. There is a lot of broken pottery and flaked stone lying about. I picked up six arrow points and several broken ones. You know, I felt like a foolish kid to have passed so near these ruins for so many years and not know of their presence, but someone had found them before I did many years ago; a few pits have been dug in the ruins but the kiva has not been touched.
‘…Rears Its Ugly Green Head,’ by Mike Hinge and Neal Adams. A psychedelic 70s comic from Heavy Metal magazine that’s mostly impressive for the visuals, though the story takes a turn in the final couple pages. It’s worth a read.
good ol discrimination against the females. They couldn’t even imagine that in the future that would seem anachronistic.