Journal notes jotted down after hiking

(July) Written after 6 days in mountains

And even now it starts to fade. The memory losing its sharp edges. The lines appear less and less as I gaze at them in the dark of my brain. The poignancy of the moment has become a recurring sense, to be dwelled upon when the moment strikes. And even now I realize the full directness that is experience in full awareness of itself. Except for the tendency to drag up these stunning relics of past age wonderment, I rely too little on the invention of memory.

(Thoughts) He spent his collective years gathering thoughts like others gathered wealth. Those amassed in his head could easily overwhelm a lesser man. And also he continually fought against the force, always teetering on the edge of the precipice. For such ideas carry strong suggestions, ones that demand action for their very existence in his head. Yet why did he persist in his efforts?
Each individual thought was unique. Each cell possessing the data forming a image was fully discovered in its own right. But viewed together as points connected by relationships they form a unified picture of the world outside man. And thus was at a step outside the normal world than what he could achieve with normal effort. In a sense the pattern that was created was a second sight to a blind man. He saw beyond limitations, exceeded his own bigotries, saw further that was possible with his own eyes.