The Death of Reason

I found reason in a grove of mulberry trees in the back yard of a rental house in Gainesville, Florida around 1977 or so. I always knew it was part of the human condition. Reason reminded me of that. I could not just leave him there abandoned and forgotten.

Reason is not a given of the human condition. It can die. The time has come for Reason to have a well-deserved final resting place after all these years.   

In the company of moving stones

And heiaus

Is this the place? I am not convinced just yet. It will do for now or longer. Somewhere in the garden, reason needs a final resting place, a place to be safe until the next disturbance when someone finds reason in the forest.