A Settle Lean
If one is possessed to enter a hole in the ground – deep that is, where ‘bowels of the earth’ is a phrase that burrows in your soul, then you may as well do it right. Not spelunking in spandex shorts with crevasse defying, blinding lamps. Not scrambling beneath sewered city streets with fearsome brands of branches wrapped in pitchy rags. Never again a fingernail creep through war blown trenches with hope your only light. Nay, my friend – we’re going to explore an ancient mine, and I’ll show you how it’s done.
What you have in your hands in a miner’s hat with an acetylene lamp built right in. Select a couple of rock chips from the can – use tweezers not your fingers – and drop them in the trey – screw on the lid. Now fill the drip-can half full from your canteen and wipe up your clumsiness. Check the flint and thumb wheel – a single spark will do. Fine! Open that stop-cock just a might – when you hear a hiss, count three and thumb the wheel. We have two hours – let’s go.
The tiny yellow flame is just enough – not more – to keep you safe; a reflected cone of eerie light guided by practice sweep of head and transfixed eye. Feel you way with toe and finger – the light is only to let you know yoou haven’t turned to stone.
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Consider how you deal with others – seeking knowledge, that is. You can lead or follow or just keep out of the way – mostly fumble by wits alone in caves of mystery, no matter what you’ve been told. You always have a lantern to guide your way, though – at least allowing others to get a sense of who you are. Just allow a little of your spirit to drip, measure by measure, onto the solid pebbles of your principles and flecks of knowing. A golden glow! Keep a low profile and be wary of pits of fear and shaky shorings of other’s beliefs. Just settle for sharing the lean glow of inner light with a friend – and allow their light to guide you to where you’ve never been. Don’t look for treasure – just try and get out alive.
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