Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Muster
It’s a tricky thing, trusting other people. Movies sometimes say hardened cowboys can make it well enough without it. But those
cowboys don’t really exist. Or if they do, they don’t in a way that seems much
good after the credits roll. Regular cowboys and the rest of us have to figure
it out somehow. If we want to get anywhere in this world then trusting people
is part of the deal. It’s the sinews and tendons of moving ourselves around.
That guy who broke his leg in Peru, he got himself down the mountain with some
very damaged sinews and tendons, although I understand it was painful for him and
unpleasant. But what’s a little pain and unpleasantness to a cowboy? Aren’t we
all buckaroos in freefall some of the time? Seems so. But of course it’s not the
falling we mind. It’s the thud at the bottom and hauling our busted bones back
to camp to stare into the fire. The smoke stings the eyes and a little voice
inside says maybe just skip it next time. Ride into the sunset and sleep under
the stars and eat roasted antelope and only go to town for salt and bags of
flour and otherwise don’t bother. It’s a snake’s whisper, that. Calm and smooth
and true enough. But it’ll spook a horse and bite from a bedroll sooner than do
much good. Travel far enough with that voice and soon we have one ear to it
so much of the time that our look at the world goes squinty from straining for
it. Then everyone starts to look suspect. Are these the kind of folk who set me
on this trail in the first place? Hard to tell, the voice would say. Best not
to ride along too quickly. Let’s just wait and see. But waiting and seeing can
drag on a long time. And time doesn’t care much about the bruises we get from
all that dragging. Pretty soon we aren’t just being cautious, we’ve plain
forgotten how to trust in the first place. Sure, forgetting like that would
take some effort. My guess is there’d be calluses instead of bruises by the
time we really finished the job. And by then we’d likely figure there wasn’t
much of life left anyway. Those sinews and tendons would be shrunk and stiff so
why bother trying to muster up trust again? Damn snake says maybe the hardness
would be a relief. It’s a tricky thing.
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