“To that place we flew…” What did Grampa mean?

The Spiritual Power of Kites

Write all down these somebody find things but nobody read things of these. Nobody can. I cannot read. All this sense sounds like nothing and look like nothing because nobody can read this sense. No sense to me when I ready them. Sense is now when I write these sense things. Not when I read. I cannot read them. Nobody can. No sense. Unless you read then right it be when you put it down. Goes all through your head and back out the hands and gets its meaning along the way. That’s for me and maybe for you I don’t know you. You do and see and the sense might be. I don’t know. I don’t know you. I only know me and not really. That all I can say. That all I can want but to say how to know. But you got to try and make it make the sense.

I went all that way and nobody knew. I went all that way and nobody knew me there and back and that way I learned my me who was and is and am to help me know what will. You talk. I talk. I talk. I talk. Talky all my sense to nobody but me when I say sense when I say the sense that I say when I say sense. Going up so like that high the air be thin be fast and tangle the fingering branches of roots up there not alone. That’s what happened. That happened to me we when the rains ran out and the plants turned and the canyons burned that way they will again but not for me again. Maybe Cade for and Lessi for but not me for, for me again. But for Lessi and for Cade, for them, I hope for them, I know for them. I almost know for them. I think I know for them. I feel I know for them. I breathe I know for them. Them I know because I know me now because plants grew and the canyons turned blue and the winds blew and the trees that loved me because I loved them and the sky and where we been and will be and will go when the wind will blow the trees won’t grow when the sky not blue but almost black as night when the trees and me to a place not near to that place we flew.