CF05 The Edge
Where the rocks meet the ocean
Where the crevice meets thin air
“If you’re not living on the edge,
you’re taking up too much space.”
On the edge.
We toe the line.
We push too hard.
We find the line.
Hunter Thompson relativity.
“The Edge...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others - the living - are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there.” _Hunter S Thompson
My great aunt Mary went over the brink “like a tea-tray in the sky.” She sent me pennies for Christmas each year. We are obliged to keep them because Aunt Mary gave them to us. Those pennies are peculiar in their ability to be exclusively perceived value. Humans attach value to all sorts of both material and immaterial things. For Aunt Mary, it was a gamble on chance. My other American relatives all buy scratchies for each other. It’s kind of the same, but scratchies are a more sure loss somehow. Dad and I are closer to the edge than the rest of the family. Dad got a toe or two over, but those moments are un-re-accessible, just as master Thompson explains.