Home.

Wow.

Um.

Yeah.

Well.
...so many topics, so little time: MOOP and the meaning of life. The archetypes in camp around me. A vision quest to find the Shaman of Rational Authority. Sudden strange realizations, about the reality there and the reality in general. Meeting lots and lots of very interesting people, even if just in passing. The playa weather being so amazingly nice. Getting Beyond Words. All the songs on the radio having meaning on the way home.

It was a very well run event from my (SCA event) point of view, but time and space were elastic in strange ways. Even stranger now, that I am off the playa and it's all in memory. I'll post some more as it happens to strike my fingers, but here's some statistics for you:

Times I looked like a complete druggy: Almost all.
Times I took any drug other than caffiene or alcohol: none.
Best things: Swimming pool. Walking the labyrinth every day. Seeing old friends. Having strangers be kind. Getting beyond my addiction to words, and seeing some other addictions. Meeting the camp folk. Finding things out.

Worst things: Being grumpy too long. Loud noise and dust and swerving vehicles suddenly appearing. The listening void. Knowledge that 2 people died at the festival (still an amazingly good safety record.) Not being able to find so many sought friends...Tug and DNA and DuneyDan and ...

Next?

Sleep.

G'night.