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“The last thing I want to be considered, as being is, a hypocrite. I do have my faults (perhaps more than many). None-the-less, I still think it prudent to never let hope die in the eternal quest for honesty and respect. For there are those of us who, unfortunately, have never known these golden rules. This is a grave injustice, I preach, for these people (or any other creature for that matter) have never known peace. I pray, one day, we will all know the beauty of combat and bring about a new world order. Because we are creatures of animation! We are meant to be active! It is built into our genetic makeup! Furthermore, it is pure irony to demand we sit idle while being pumped full of toxic, sugary food, drink, and violent programming. This is not a story of “happily ever after”. This is a story of purging aggression without having to answer for the major consequence. Let loose, I wean. Let us save the savages! A war to live for!”
- Brother Noah “ Kids don't need to be inculcated in curiosity, resilience, creativity or as Robinson points out, divergent thinking. They have it already. Having opportunities is not the same as providing economic access or social status, currently the purpose of all the damn degrees now throttling young people. Being able to perceive your personal and social reality is, however, an opportunity, as is being able to have a productive dialogical encounter with others, being involved with real work, real adventures, the synergy of difference, real mentors, and having a sense of life that is not passive, indifferent, and dependent. “ ~ Jesa Damora
The fuel for your fire is homemade:
a self accepting thought a peaceful afternoon a good deed done a beloved memory shared a song that sparks your heart a treat for your soul a rest for your weary bones a break from criticism a moment spent in love. All of these things stoke the flames that you drive on. Keep that fire burning brightly. You may not even know this but your light leads the way for so many. Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late. And I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor- not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes - God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, And your just too tired to open it. |
