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The mind has two modes of dreaming. There are dreams which become fanciful, and in our deepest thought, we know that they will never come to be; a striving for the Ideal in life. While looking for perfection and idealistic purity, we find our hearts yearning for something undelivered. This isn’t wrong. It is the very thing which generates the will to live. It is a constant source and drive of towardness that human nature possesses. A distant shore is something to always look for in a swarming and dark night.

Like the first, are dreams borne of our realistic and rationalistic mind. Those things which obtain when we are at our rational and level best, things such as: a new job, better pay, a bigger house, or better education for our children and families. We can generally garner these things while moving toward our dreams. These are the positive accidents that come by the way of our natural pursuit of the Ideal.

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The day was hot and the sun was high in the cerulean sky of Western Colorado. I was grabbing my lunch after spending the morning “heeling-in” trees at an open lot nursery. The work consisted of taking balled-and-burlaped trees from a trailer — often by wheeled cart — and placing those Spruce and Aspens in neat lines on the ground. The next step was shoveling a mix of mulch and detritus around the base of the trees to support them and provide a moisture barrier between them and the scalding sun at high-noon.

Around me were what I came to adore as my “Mexican tios,” my adoptive cousins and uncles that mainly hailed from the central states of Mexico. Every day these men would rise before dawn, put on their boots, grab their lunches, and join their compatriots driving to work. Often five or six men would ride in one truck, some in the cab, and others in the bed of the pickup. It was already hot by eight in the morning and the rest of the day would carry the smells of rich mulch and hummus, sweat, and pine needles. …

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“But sometimes the urgency is so great, the pain growing out of the need so overwhelming, that the anguish and frustration spill over into a cry which in itself becomes a judgment and a startling accusation! “’How long shall I cry for help and thou wilt not hear?’… I cry to thee ‘Violence.’”[1]

There is a cry within the human spirit that calls for help in its deepest sadness. This cry bellows from a place where darkness dwells, and where also, our door to the soul is contained. Within its boundary lay the essence of our being. Our personhood. A person seeking this doorway is likely in one of life’s greatest pursuits. The question is too deep for answers, but still we seek. We look toward a future of understanding, a pylon in a sea of raging doubts, shame, and remorse. …

Luke Challis

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