Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

In the Covert of Afraid

I am thinking of bicyling from my home to Weirton, WV after the weather warms up a bit. It would probably take me most of the day and I would go first along the Montour Trail and then continue from the McDonald Trestle onto the Panhandle Trail. I imagine taking snacks and stuff and making it a grand adventure, even as small as it might be.

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I am still enjoying my weekend work at the hospital -- immensely. Someone remarked that it is too sad for them to consider such a thing, which got me to thinking...

If I closed my eyes and smooshed my fingers to them, I'd see some pretty wonderful splotches - but nothing behind that kaleidoscope curtain would ever disappear because of it. Not even one bit.

Simply because we don't see or experience suffering, it is not a demonstration that in such a covert we are somehow absolved of its transmogrification, its cause, or even its relief. As is often written in mathematics textbooks... The proof is left up to the reader

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These hospitals--so different from all others--these thousands and tens and twenties of thousands of American young men badly wounded, operated on, pallid, with diarrhea, languishing, dying . . . open a new world somehow to me, giving closer insights, new things, exploring deeper mines than any yet, showing our humanity. . . tried by fearfulest tests, probed deepest, the living soul's the body's tragedies, bursting the petty bonds of art.
~ From: A letter to friends, March 19, 1863, Walt Whitman

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