The plans I have for my life are not philanthropic. I am
not involving myself in charitable organizations or ministries. I have no
desire to work for the benefit of other people. What are these people to me? I often
wonder if the plans I’ve made for myself – hiking, traveling, writing – if
they are selfish. I will not leave behind a legacy of human progression or
betterment. But I consider this: what I do, I do for the belief in my soul that
I can live apart from the commodities of modern civilization; that I can
traverse the ground beneath me without the pleasures of wealth; that I can live
as human being, created from the earth for the earth, separate from the
entities of career, societal purpose, or monetary pursuit. I want to enjoy life – not to
be exempt from its hardships or laborious tasks, but to enjoy being. Free from cultural restraints,
though understanding and appreciating the purpose of culture. I will work when
I need to work, travel when I want to travel, live as a creature in the woods,
though I will not always be in the woods. And in doing all these things, perhaps
I will inspire others to find what I find, even as it is yet unknown to me.
That will be the great adventure.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
September 6, 2013
Mountain air. Even through city streets I recognize the
smell of it. Fresh. Heavy. Polluted by the time it reaches my nose, but I know
it. I sit at the edge of my bed right next to the open window and stare at the
horizon, how the warm summer sun envelopes the city. I feel the soft, heavy
breeze of the mountain air even here in my apartment. It makes me wish I was
not here in the city. It makes me miss home, where my window faced a large
field and the woods beyond. I look below my windowsill and there is only a
school building and a street. We industrialize everything we see. Will the
mountains find a way to avoid our havoc?
October 24, 2013
Dismantle
the illusion
Scribe
to memory the facts
Against
the strain of emotion
Remembering
the past;
If
all men are liars
All
women are thieves
Of
truth by seduction.
Catharsis
received.
September 14, 2013
Proud,
arrogant angels
Parade
on Earth
But
bloodied curious sinners
Inherit
the Universe
September 2, 2013
The following is a collection of thoughts written down after a few hours of entheogenic fun.
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(Outer Space Mountain Range sketched above)
I
think I lived here long ago.
My
hands find some numbness to write when I think about the old.
Where
I threw greens and peaches and reds, I found some kind of growth.
Why
worry about connotation when there is no meaning at all.
It’s
a trip. It’s beautiful, but I have to go back. A trip doesn’t last forever.
Somehow
EVERYTHING rhymes, and it’s fucking beautiful.
I
find some consolation for all their wrongs just to find some peace of my own.
SAIL.
(Sketched
picture of sailor commanding a ship across the sea at night)
We
are sitting around a common stone, only hailed with different flags.
Something
about buffaloes, I don’t know.
There
is a glass pavilion of stars above my head. I see each one.
Your
eyes must burn for your lies. I must be guilty, too.
I
need deeper nourishment.
I’m
on the mountain path that comes before death. We all walk together.
Your
body is to me as the clouds are to the sky.
I
wonder what knowledge can truly do to us.
Cities die.
August 31, 2013
We
exist relatively in a world of change
Preference
and guilt have no place
I
sit in a solitary space
As
the world, relatively, will change
Here
we are born to manipulate
Opinion
and fact are the same
Hoist
high our flags when we say
Here we will manipulate
We
claim that love is fate
Yet
dismantle that love in a day
We
don’t know why we lie or obey
Only
death is truly our fate
August 20, 2013
Hollow
chapel of empty souls
Filled
with must, old men so young
Like
graves below ground, ornamented above
You
wreak of foul flesh, but are never exposed
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