We're All Just Camping Out

I was born here and I'll die here, against my will

I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still

Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb

I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from

Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer

It's not dark yet, but it's getting there

Bob Dylan, Not Dark Yet, 1997

Yeah, everything is temporary too. Death touches everything and it just falls apart. Everything you see. Nothing lasts forever. Sun, moon, stars, earth, even the good old USA, you name it~it's gonna die. My body is my tent, and I'm here for only a little while longer. Funny thing is, I sure ended up camping out in a low rung of existence. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, but like Dylan, I can't remember either. I don't know, and that's the beauty of it, but it's dark here in this twisted dualistic world, and people even act like they're not camping out. Damn. You'd think I'd be better at picking out a camping spot. I was a Boy Scout :) But, nevermind the nature of the location, what is the essence of camping out? It means you ain't home :)