Herein lies the recording of a life. A memorial to moments, sprinkled across eternity, broadcast from a speck in god’s eye. These symbols will not capture the beauty. Nor will they encapsulate the pain. But they will be written just the same. You may find yourself here, perhaps between the lines. I hear we are all the same, when traced across time.
This breath has purpose,
for a person
who was actively and
his life 6 years ago,
this feels like joy
this breath feels
this … Read More
By and large, private corporations are in control of the means of production, the natural resources, and the management of our economy. We are nowhere even close to socialism. Even … Read More
Yesterday was the most perfect synergy I have ever seen in one day. Everything bubbling in my root came into light. That light shattered the murk in my field. Demolished … Read More
There is a fine line between protecting someone and oppressing them.
Between offering your shield and blocking their shot.
Protecting someone without their consent is not unlike stealing their agency. … Read More
Today I declare our national bird the Ostrich
Not only do we bury our heads in the sand but
much like everything else we believe
that’s not actually a real … Read More