I decided to lay down in a small field of grass beside my house. I listened to traffic and smelled the rough yet sweet smelling air from the paper mill down the street. I felt the grass on my legs and my feet and I realized that beyond space and time we have our actual cells.

These things have experienced all of time. We are all sections of time, and we are not in our real bodies. What is actually our real body is a process that starts when we are born and it moves forward until we die. That is what we look like when seen from the outside. What we look like is a giant centipede, spreading around all over the place, each little tentacle the things that we do, think and feel. It’s just like what we view as humans. It starts as a baby and it gets bigger.

That is the process in time. We experience it in sections and we don’t realize what it really is because we are too small to see it. Think of yourself as a process in time.

Are you on something? :)

Seriously, it’s nice to sometimes just lay back and enjoy living and life. We don’t do that nearly enough.

I have heard about people experiencing such thoughts and feelings while they were on grass.

NOW you are WRITING Jason!

Ignore all the rest of us twits and turn out 2,000 words a day.

My personal best was just over 17,000 words in one day, but my car was busted and I REALLY needed the money. ;-)

Normally—during my freelancing years—I did 2,000 to 5,000 words a day (publishable words!) and made a pretty good living. Some years, a REALLY good living.

I agree.  Jason your writing is strong and has honesty. Do that more, i say.  I used to edit literary magazines back in the late 70s and 80s.

To me, he sounds like someone who has been listening to Bill Hicks. I’m waiting for the punchline.

Still, well done.