And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
I used to go on some pretty wild adventures. Pretty much name something outdoors, I've done it. Earth, sea, sky were my domain.
Then one time I got lonely. No one to relish the challenge, no one to share the joy, no one to aay, Would you look at that! It was a strange feeling. I had done a lot by myself, alone, but never lonely. Until that day.
Since then, my venturing drew smaller, there are so much I didn't do. Because the want to share grew so large. And none were available.
I did find someone to go with me. But none went the distance. Some even lied about their abilities. That's a helluva thing. To lie, that just not tolerated. But to be way out there only then to find out that that person can't cut it.
I still get out, but not as far, not as high, not as deep into the journey. Now my body is stove in. Not just because of a life of adventure, but because of disease.
Those who can, go now. In fact, that was my motto. My failure was to not defeat loneliness as every other obstacle. I didn't even see it in the same light. How do you crawl over loneliness. How do you circumnavigate loneliness. It wasn't a challenge, at least I didn't see it that way.
To those who can, go now. In hindsight I see the desire to share was no less petty than those other 'insurmountable' obstacles. Do not let your old age be filled with, I should haves.
The photo that CW put up here beckons. Put you in that frame. Even if no one is there. Especially if no one is there.
That's not stark. Stark is the middle of a broad salt flat at night beneath a windless heavy overcast. You crawl inside yourself to answer to make it make sense, just what is going on. No drugs needed.
Perfect spot for a lair.
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I used to go on some pretty wild adventures. Pretty much name something outdoors, I've done it. Earth, sea, sky were my domain.
ReplyDeleteThen one time I got lonely. No one to relish the challenge, no one to share the joy, no one to aay, Would you look at that!
It was a strange feeling. I had done a lot by myself, alone, but never lonely. Until that day.
Since then, my venturing drew smaller, there are so much I didn't do. Because the want to share grew so large. And none were available.
I did find someone to go with me. But none went the distance. Some even lied about their abilities. That's a helluva thing. To lie, that just not tolerated. But to be way out there only then to find out that that person can't cut it.
I still get out, but not as far, not as high, not as deep into the journey. Now my body is stove in. Not just because of a life of adventure, but because of disease.
Those who can, go now. In fact, that was my motto. My failure was to not defeat loneliness as every other obstacle. I didn't even see it in the same light. How do you crawl over loneliness. How do you circumnavigate loneliness. It wasn't a challenge, at least I didn't see it that way.
To those who can, go now. In hindsight I see the desire to share was no less petty than those other 'insurmountable' obstacles. Do not let your old age be filled with, I should haves.
The photo that CW put up here beckons. Put you in that frame. Even if no one is there. Especially if no one is there.
That's not stark. Stark is the middle of a broad salt flat at night beneath a windless heavy overcast. You crawl inside yourself to answer to make it make sense, just what is going on.
ReplyDeleteNo drugs needed.
Is that a building way off in the distance?
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