This seemed to be the right spot, somewhere sort of hidden where no know really knows or cares to look so I can write whatever.

I think our Native American brothers and sisters had the right idea about some things.  We are only the stewarts, we can only "own" things for a short period of time.  The amount of years is really nothing, the number or sunrises and sunsets are have now is becoming smaller and smaller, it no longer has the feel of infinity or a number too large to count.  I am not counting them on two hands yet or even with all my digits.  It is not a number so small.

Grandpa understood this and I believe that is the reason he was keen on making the farm a state park.  I wish so much it had been and we could still be stewards of that land.  Alone in the Wilderness.  Do the tree notice us and do their cells quiver when we sit on their roots, do they sing and dance in the wind after a pruning?

Was a secret gift  left with the Native American's and what was Joseph Smith's connection.  Which led me to think of many symbols and Masonry.  Bee hives, secret ceremonies where I try and be serious and respectful but just find some things so funny that I want to laugh. 

The messages are everywhere so they will end up on highways, in things that sort of don't belong where you find them.