It peels off like skin from a molting snake. The material falls away in onrushing experience. The wind blows your hair back and you are greeted by what you have never seen before. Looking forward you constantly acquire moments of arrival, moments of realization, moments of discovery. This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Imagine yourself streaming through time shedding gloves, umbrellas, wrenches, books, friends, homes, names. Or you get lost, in which case the world has become larger than your knowledge of it. Everything is familiar except that there is one item less, one missing element. There are objects and people that disappear from your sight or knowledge or possession you lose a bracelet, a friend, the key. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing. But the terms of that nature include such catastrophe and suffering, which leaves us with sorrow as not a problem to be solved but a fact.“Lost really has two disparate meanings. we cannot wish for the seas to dry up, that the waves grow still, that the tectonic plates ceast to exist, that nature ceases to be beyond our abilities to predict and control. We cannot wish that human beings were not subject to the forces of nature, including the mortality. “We can act to deal with the consequences of the earthquake and tsunami, but the disaster was only faintly political in the economics and indifference.the relief will be very political, in who gives how much (Bush offering 15 million, then 35 million under pressure, the cost of his inauguration and then 350 million under strong international pressure).but the event itself transcends politics, the realm of things we cause and can work to prevent.
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