Jerry was the complete package, wrapped with a ribbon and marked "Return to Sender." Our long time sorrow reminds me of the 50's cartoon where Dennis the Menace is sitting on top of a heap of unwrapped Christmas presents and boxes about twice as tall as he is saying: "Is that all? "
(ME here: the weird thing is, that particular cartoon was one of my childhood favorites...)
The essay brought tears to my eyes and shivers through my body. The opening of the door to the cosmos where the spirits of Syd Barrett, Arthur Lee, William Burroughs and Jerry reside. Thank you Patti.
I have no thoughts of my own to add. Silence is best at times. Time to listen to the self and nature. Beyond words.
A candle and incense and Dark Star tonight.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Walt Whitman-Song of Myself