The Goat Truth
by Freshiedoug
I did have the honor of finding and exploring the anus of truth. Although
it was 4am in the morning and I could not think of a truth I needed to
be answered, I found truth in the meaning of playa life from the friendly
and open conversation with the Oracles (4 guys and 1 girl late on Thursday
Night/Friday Morning). The oracles were in awe of the orange little glow
stick that I had in my mouth although they did not see my 70's prom outfit
that I wore (I did lose my prom date that night...). After becoming one
with the goat by pulling my pants down, I did feel that the Goat Truth
had some mystical powers that guided me on my journey that night. For
as much I wanted to keep my head up the goat's ass longer, there were
others waiting and it was time to go. I did give my oracles a gift of
some miniature liquor bottles in which they gave me a sticker of the Goat
Truth.
I did hold that sticker as a well-received and earned find on the playa.
It held a certain meaning to me, and that night, which was one of the
more misguided nights, the anus of truth gave me some direction. For how
I would enjoy this memento for ages to come. Just
as I was to depart from the Playa late Monday Afternoon, I was in the
final stages of a ceremonial sun shower in the middle of Justice Street
with only a sparse amount of vehicles and humans still in eyes view. It
was time to go, but I stretched out the shower and leaving the playa as
long as I could. While getting my finds together, I came across my goat
truth sticker and fond memories came to my mind. I put the stick on my
dashboard so I could look over on my drive back to the bay and maybe find
some of the truth I could not ask for that night. At one point I reached
across my car and accidentally knocked the sticker off of my dashboard
and I saw it float in the air as it exited my vehicle. I immediately realized
what occurred and jumped out of my truck to retrieve my truth. As the
burning spirit would have it, a gust of wind blew across the playa and
before I even saw the sticker hit the ground, it had vanished. I looked
all over the area under and around my truck to no avail. The gust of wind
blew the truth away, it was no where in eyes view from my truck. For how
can I lose the truth? It was just as easy as a simple wrong movement.
I did fail in the ethos of "Leave No Trace", albeit unintentionally. The
truth was gone, blowing in the wind. Did my truth end up in a big bag
of MOOP? Or maybe the truth is still blowing in the wind and maybe someday
someone will find the truth and it will guide them in their journey. Or
maybe the truth will spend eternity just blowing in the wind on the playa.
I tend to think that the truth will always be blowing in the wind.
Also by this author: Tale of Two Cities
Dust to dust.
