The gods do envy us. I was listening to Yanni at the Acropolis when this hit me. But I can't decide if they envy my back or my eyes. I laid on my back on the steps of the Acropolis and looked up thru the columns into the night sky. I laid on my back in the Agean at sunset and in the Red Sea on a sandbar with a beer on my chest. In Death Valley I saw the most beautiful sky on Earth spinning around me. I laid on the carpets under the domes of St. Sophia and Suleiman mosques and studied their incredible beauty. I slept under park benches in Boston along the Charles River to avoid being picked up by police. My back came in handy again in the aisles of the never ending party of hat used to be the Filmore East.
Is there a self respecting god out there who wouldn't envy my back or eyes?
