How many times
The realization of our humanity is a humbling but quickly forgotten experience.
Things we learn everyday, over and over, continue to shape us.
Who you are is up to you.
No matter where you go, there you are.
Who you are is entirely up to you.
Find something you enjoy and spend you time focused on that.
It’s probably best if you pick something that is beneficial.
Ready
Contrary to what a few may think, I am happy and proud of where I am.
This living is good.
There will be more when the time is right.
I am thankful and happy for my family. I am grateful for my diverse friends.
I look forward to many more of both.
Have I done what I need to do? Not yet. Not yet. Perhaps yet I will surprise you. But I live for myself.
I dreampt of the Pope recently, and his advice to me was “live for the world” vs live for the planet.
We shall not disappoint.
Right?
Whats better? Someone who makes their life from reporting on superheroes and life; or someone that makes superheroes their life?
One is way harder. You can write. You can draw. You can ink. You can color. Easy.
You can put this heroes skin on every day? Crazy.
Seriously. Crazy.
But a crazy i respect.
wonder woman. find me girl. we have some time.
Sound is nesessary
Two things on my mind;
A. no matter where You go, there You are.
2. while You Are there, be aware of who is watching you.
iii. current human perception of time is only comprehensible in a single direction
at the end of time, the light is the dark, the end is the beginning, the anti-christ is a black hole. invert.
Bounded by wind
a flower trusts its seed to the wind
and the unknown
faith in the delivery of reproduction.
mankind fears
the ease of this
and reproduces our own destruction
Incredibly weird karma: Daisy Bell
Why HAL sings daisy bell in 2001.
This correlation, coincidence, randomness nonrandom is slightly unsettling.
You’ll look sweet, upon a seat, of a bicycle built for to.
There are some things in my life now that are intrinsically tied to other things. This is one that was simply a song until now. Why did it have to be the first song sung by a computer? Why did I have to be so tied to computers for that to matter now?
Cycles
Everything has a cycle. Life, the earth, sun, moon, sky. All of it.
Simplicity in a sin wave.
If it wasn’t for the fat squirrel on my calendar I’d say I was at the bottom of a cycle now.
The house I get to keep, if only my mind and heart would stay as well.
As always, I’m not really sure whats going on, nor where I am headed.
I built an arcade in my basement, that I now do not want. Another way for me to waste this precious time. It’s beginning to run out.
It’s beginning to run out.
Time for a change
It’s time for a change.
