It is remarkable how you can spot a little dog even when it is almost completely camouflaged by the surrounding rocks. Of course, she has to move. The human eye and brain notice motion so easily.
She runs around like a maniac, investigating every crack between the rocks. Jumping left, right, up, down, cornering, braking. She runs off-leash in a geometrical puzzle world and is interested in every bit of it. Strangely there is no wildlife around here, except lizards.
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| A camouflaged cutie |
If she would just come back to me better, she would get more off-leash freedom. But in reef country, there is so little vegetation that I can see her if she runs off, and there is no need to have a great fear of coyotes -- I doubt they can even make a living here.
A couple times per year I like to give advertisements for a scene in Chaplin's "Limelight", when the female character insists that life have meaning and purpose. The Chaplin character responds that life isn't about meaning -- it is about desire. Then he pantomimed some plants showing their desire to live.
His pantomime amused the female character. But for my part, Desire is best made into a visual metaphor by my little dog, running off-leash around the reef.
It is great that I don't waste time reading ponderous lumber about philosophy or theology. And that a better idea can come from no reading at all.
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