IVIV (1) "She came along the alley and up the back steps ..."

[alice wellintown]

The openings of novels, not just Pynchon novels, are super important.
Right? Of course, you all knew that. Here is talk of romance and
money. Love & Money. And, Work. When the erection, a natural reaction,
stands up, the talk is of Right & Wrong. But what is Right & Wrong in
this world of Vices Inherent where Just Being Professional means not
standing up for what is Natural?

Back to Ditch Plains I go. To stand on the ocean is a religious
experience ...that smile of Saint Flip ...it can be real ...and all
that strange mystical talk of surfers is not so far out ...it used to
be a brotherhood of sorts ...a little cultish ....a joint and a beer
and a smile that was like this little light of mine reflections on the
day or one that got away and the wonder of it all ... now
commercialized and plasticized and alpha maled  ..... business million
dollar equipment ....but still there are places like Ditch Plains
where it's not quite like like everyhting else ...there when your feet
become the organ of sense ...not the hands even, cetainly not the eye,
but the feet, and you experience that challange to horizontality, the
earth's hand reaches over and shelters you from time and flatland
equations and you know total unity with its awsome eternal power.