Core Things


I just watched Don’t Come Knocking.

Definitely not one of Sam Shepard’s best, but notably, most of it was filmed in picturesque Butte, MT.

And it got me thinking about played-out mining towns, like Butte (and Helena) and about America. You see, it’s only when the ore is played out and the bankers and robber barrons have stolen the “treasure” that you find out what the core of a town, or a country, really is.

What’s left? What’s worth saving? Worth staying for? Going on for, day after day?



People?
History?
Pretty skies?
Beautiful light?
Meadowlarks chirping from perches on telephone poles?

Probably it’s for all of these. But not for what they are but rather for what they are not. And what they are not is fake.

Money is fake. It’s an illusion. It’s a game adults play using colored strips of paper.

But birds
and streams
and blades of grass are the core of this earth.

And whatever we are; whatever complexity we contrive; whatever delusions we drown intellect in; we are still made of core things.

All else is but a stain on this truth.

Comments

Jay said…
Well said.

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