I just finished watching a documentary on Townes van Zandt. It was sad...he was sad, permanently, it seemed. He died of a heart-failure. In the time he hurt his hip to the point he came home and died...did he meet with his Maker?The thing I liked best about this beautiful, soft spoken man was his ever so subtle smile. It would creep up and out...he would take you on a slow and tantalizingly gripping journey until the smile would appear fully and you would thrill! I don't mean that drunken grin, and loud-mouthed non-sense...but the shy smile that spoke volumes of who he truly was.
He lived in a half-truth reality...no, not like mine, different. Does being in reality (can I say "greater reality" or is there such a thing?) mean being in less pain?
