It Came to Buck

There is an ecstacy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.

- From "The Call of the Wild" by Jack London

Some of us hope to find our lives in a place like this, don't we? Some of us are willing to take risks in order to see what's really out there... others aren't. I'd like to believe that I am one of those people who will continue to live in a manner that suggests the forgetfulness of being alive. I'm working on it. Are you?